For The Boys

Burn it all and break your home

This one's for the boys

You're a vain and shameless man

But hell, I love your voice



Skinny fingers and mumbling mouths

I'd like to mark your words

'Cause sometimes I don't trust you

When you're singing of love and play

It's the story of you



Losing to your daydream

You dancing with a smokescreen

Goin' under with your daydream

In the wake of a big machine



Honey, honey, and money

And man, all my lonely boys

Easy with the sleight of hand

You're talking sweet 'bout

The pain and the ladies



And sometimes you look ugly

When you're happy and sometimes

You look better when you're down

A real good song, it's the story of you



Losing to your daydream

You dancing with a smokescreen

Goin' under with your daydream

You're sliding through the big sleep



Man, you can sing, like you're tryin'

To break my heart and you can hate

And you can blame it on the stars



You're strung up in your guitar

You're strung out on who you are

Come on boys, it's time you let it go



Losing to your daydream

You dancing with a smokescreen

Goin' under with your daydream

You're sliding through the big sleep



See me losing to your daydream

See me dancing with your smokescreen

Going under with your daydream



In the wake of a big machine

In the wake of a big machine

In the wake of a big machine