Lonely Jones,
He never leaves his home...
Because the moment he opens the door he loses the breath that he had right before,
That's why he's a Lonely Jones.
Motorbike,
It don't take him where he like...
Because the moment that he turns the key he gets afraid of the sights he might see,
Too bad for that motorbike...
Walks past the mailbox to the end of the street,
Maybe this isn't so bad.
Makes his way up to the girl of his dreams,
Wakes up feeling so sad, too bad.
But his goulashes look worse in the light,
But he moves on instead in the dark of the night,
And in spite of the words spinning around in his head,
You're better off living,
Don't act like you're dead,
No, don't be such a Lonely Jones.
