The touch of magic that you thought you once had
Was wiped out with that smile you forced on your face
You hide your horns and try to bury things on your ...
There's no give and take in your ugly race

You don't believe in what I'm doin'
How more do I have to prove you
I can't give up I've started
I'm not a quitter this is what I do

I'm gonna ride on my addiction tide
why don't you come and watch me die
can't get enough – you know I never get enough
I am gonna do it 'til I die

I feel you breathing down my neck,
nowhere to hide
I thought I could get away,
but it's a good day to die

Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.

Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice