Add it to the list of square-jawed decisions I refuse to make

For the same reason San Fransiscans don't leave on account of an earthquake

There are textbook moves and trails to blaze

No shortage of advice

And so I'm blindly staying put

Like a deer caught in the headlights

After all those songs

I'm satisfied

I could be horribly wrong

I'm satisfied

Till disaster comes along

I'm satisfied

Taken in the back to get my ear chewing

Better that than learn

They'll be wiping simple smiles off my face

Until it's someone else's turn

I like the smell and endure the taste of

Everything that's cheaper

If he asks me, "Did you have a good time?"

I'd say, "Get the lights, Mr. Grim Reaper"

After all those songs

I'm satisfied

I could be horribly wrong, yeah, yeah

I'm satisfied

Till disaster comes along

I'm satisfied

Turn on the reading light

As the room brings in the night

Completely wasted time is the time that I like

Yeah

After all these songs

I'm satisfied

I could be horribly wrong, yeah, yeah

I'm satisfied

Until disaster comes along

I'm satisfied

After all those songs, yeah

I'm satisfied

I could be horribly wrong

I'm satisfied

Until disaster comes along

I'm satisfied