Another tortured soul trying to sell his scars
Poetic tales of pain, which he hopes will help him go far
In the game of fortune and fame his lyrics speak against
Well, a hypocrite with an instrument is a hypocrite nonetheless
And so he takes to the stage with all of his rage
He don't need no one behind him
But they're not there, 'cause they don't care
As the empty stage reminds him
And so he takes his anger out
On an audience that never did anything to him
And the day he throws in the towel
We'll be singing a funeral hymn
But don't give up
All you really have to do is just cheer up
I'm sorry Cupid missed every time he took aim
And I'm sorry you ain't never been kissed
But your songs all sound the same
No one wants to hear someone complain
The only love you're gonna get
Is from the sad, depressed, and the death-obsessed
The suicidal set
And so he takes to the stage with all of his rage
He don't need no one behind him
But they're not there, 'cause they don't care
As the empty stage reminds him
And so he takes his anger out
On an audience that never did anything to him
And the day he throws in the towel
We'll be singing a funeral hymn
But don't give up
All you really have to do is just cheer up
And so he takes to the stage with all of his rage
He don't need no one behind him
But they're not there, 'cause they don't care
As the empty stage reminds him
And so he takes his anger out
On an audience that never did anything to him
And the day he throws in the towel
We'll be singing a funeral hymn
But don't give up
No he shouldn't give up
All you really have to do is just cheer up