All alone, a boring job
Mincing words to fall asleep
Expertise on air guitar
So your fingers never bleedI know you think you could do this without me
But I know I could do without you
Failed ambitions held up on a trident
Hope predictions of future come trueAll the tin can buildings rattle the sidewalk
All the cars upturned talk like the trains
Ten thousand red balloons over New York
Hope the bridges all burn your life awaySo you banned a friend from
Took the marrow from disease
White collar criminal
So his fingers never bleedI know you think you could do this without me
But I know I could do without you
Failed ambitions held up on tridents
Hope predictions of future come trueAll the tin can buildings rattle the sidewalk
All the cars upturned talk like the trains
Ten thousand red balloons over New York
Hope the bridges all burn your life away
Songwriters
Keating, Christopher E / Wilder, Anand MathewPublished by
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