The Fog

Here in this town they have all got the blues As the paperboy takes off without any news Angels have wings you can feel free to use The corner store drugs you can freely abuse And I? m yelling and screaming cause Baby you? re driving me crazy So life on your own has been vacant and cold Everyone? s getting somewhere and you? re getting old Career opportunities, they all have been sold Along with your body, and most of your soul And I? m yelling and screaming cause Baby you? re driving me crazy If I could spare more remorse From my emptied out pores I would maybe Cause the fog? s getting thicker And the world? s spinning fast The chaos is building It? s going to last And it? s so hard to see And you? re so hard to find They? re days when I think I am losing my mind So keep painting pictures of beautiful scenes Striking the canvas with deep blues and greens Realists are frowning, they think you? re obscene As you work overtime to make sure they can dream And I? m yelling and screaming cause Baby you? re driving me crazy If I could spare more remorse From my emptied out pores I would maybe Cause the fog? s getting thicker And the world? s spinning fast The chaos is building It? s going to last And it? s so hard to see And you? re so hard to find They? re days when I think I am losing my mind And we yell And we scream As the fog? s getting thicker The world? s spinning fast The chaos is building It? s going to last And it? s so hard to see And you? re so hard to find They? re days when I think I am losing my mind And the fog? s getting thicker The world? s spinning fast The chaos is building It? s going to last And it? s so hard to see And you? re so hard to find There? s days when I think I am losing my mind