Written by Peter Stuart
INTRO: E - A - B E - F#m Don't look now, things just got worse. I'm drunk again I swear this crescent is just a curse. Oh, I got here by killin' off all my friends. I think I've figured it out: my life begins when the fun ends. A - B I got my wings, I'm free to go as I please. Yeah, I got my wings now nothing really pleases me E - F#m - A - B 'till everything falls apart then I get to try to put it back together yeah, it falls apart you can count on that you can count on bad, bad weather again. Was it good? I don't remember much about it. When things start to feel right you can count on me to start to doubt it. and the devil's not in the details, no the devil is in my pants And it's shoot first apologize later. Another quick and new sure shot romance Well I got what I wanted now I don't want anything Yeah, I got what I wanted, now my life is just boring. 'till everything falls apart then I get to try to put it back together yeah, it falls apart and you can count on that you can count on that; bad weather this year. I met God this afternoon ridin' on an uptown train I said, "Don't you have better things to do?" He said, "If I do my job what would you complain about? So I let it go to Hell, now I'll have something to do. He said, "I'll let it go to hell; does that sound familiar to you?" Well everything falls apart then I get to try to put it back together yeah it falls apart and you can count on that you can count on bad, bad weather well, everything that falls apart, baby, sooner or later gonna come back together well, everything that comes together, hey, sooner or later gonna fall apart again and you can call it anything you want they're gonna take it all away from you you're gonna wake up, wake up, wake up, scarecrow and find yourself lost again...
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