Hopeless Opus

Toronto, you feel good? Hey, Mr. Cage-man, let me get a fresh breath Cherry bomb, headstrong, I could fake my own death Hey, Mr. Fate-man, slip me one more ninth life I've been low, hit the floor, looking just to make right It's not a picture-perfect life It's not what I had in mind But let me write my own line I've got this place that I've filled with empty space Oh, trying not to face what I've done My hopeless opus I'm in this race, and I'm hoping just to place Oh, trying not to face what's become of me My hopeless opus, go! Hey, Mr. Safe-man, hustle me an okay I could slide, take a dive, take it for the home team Hey, Mr. Slip-man, slip me one more green note I've been low, hit the floor, looking just to make broke It's not a picture-perfect life It's not what I had in mind But let me write my own line I've got this place that I've filled with empty space Oh, trying not to face what I've done My hopeless opus I'm in this race, and I'm hoping just to place Oh, trying not to face what's become of me My hopeless opus Hey, Mr. Hey, hey, Mr., hey, Mr. Cage-man Cherry bomb (margana na si ereht) Cherry bomb I've got this place that I've filled with empty space Oh, trying not to face what I've done My hopeless opus I'm in this race, and I'm hoping just to place Oh, trying not to face what's become of me My hopeless opus, go!