He

says

he

sells

an

es-

cape

With

an

ho-

ur

for-

ty

of

Pro-

jec-

ted

scrip-

ted

good-

ness

A

brand

new

mo-

ral

re-

ve-

la-

tion

For

a-

ny-

one

who's

hung-

ry

To

be-

lieve

it,

eat

it

My

lungs

are

so

ti-

red

So

sick

of

al-

ways

sighing

My

pos-

ters,

my

C-

Ds

Are

break-

ing

my

heart

When

they

should-

n't

be

And

to

think

he

wore

his

cape

Till

he

had

to

leave

And

oh,

all,

all

these

vil-

lains

play

The

he-

roes

on

T-

V

All

these

per-

verts

in

my

head-

phones

Talk

to

me

when

I

was

young

And

lis-

tening

to

them

Now

the-

ir

prose

sounds

clum-

sy

Like

they're

try-

ing

to

be

A-

ny-

thing

but

hon-

est

of-

ten

My

lungs

are

so

ti-

red

So

sick

of

al-

ways

sighing

My

pos-

ters,

my

C-

Ds

Are

break-

ing

my

heart

When

they

should-

n't

be

And

to

think

he

wore

his

cape

Till

he

had

to

leave

And

oh,

all,

all

these

vil-

lains

play

The

he-

roes

on

T-

V

No

trust

for

the

song

of

the

Sum-

mer,

ba-

by

No

trust

for

the

song

of

the

Spring

The

tune

is

stuck

in

my

head

But

now

I

can't

just

get

it

to

leave

Oh,

what

a

hor-

rible

fee-

ling

lis-

tening

Oh,

to

some-

one

who

does

no-

thing