Miseryland

I learned to fly So you You ran to find the gun To shoot me down Before I got too high 'Cause you could not stand To stand alone in the long line For your wild ride - it requires Two lost souls per seat At least five foot five Chorus: --And I don't wanna' go for a ride Down to Miseryland Trapped with you By my side Down in Miseryland Up in the air you wave Two tickets for my utter amusement You possess an express pa*s to unhappiness that makes you feel alive? And I don't have a place any more Down in Miseryland Trapped with you forever more Is not what I have planned So take a seat By yourself And wait to fall a hundred stories Better hold on tight Hands in--side the ride And don't for get to breathe -And I don't wanna' go for a ride Down to Miseryland Trapped with you By my side Down in misery have a place any more Down in misery Down in Miseryland I learned to fly But you are still shooting the sky Still shooting