Everlone

life has teeth, and bites the feeding open hand you wanna be in a band? I got to feeling, I got too much, too soon, too f**ked up I don't know I got to get to the show well... what have I got to do? what have I got to do to get through to you? well... what have I got to do? what have I got to do to get next to you? like a telephone call would do, f**k it CHORUS: everlone, everlone a thousand fake heroes appear at the throne (of) everlone, into the great unknown leaving it all to fade for a while 'til the fire in my eyes pa*ses by when ideas run out, any fool can make a fist I got the will to resist I got the power of one, the fear of none, the arms to judge a man I bet you don't understand well... what have I got to do? what have I got to do to get through to you? well… what have I got to do? what have I got to do to get next to you? like a telephone call would do, f**k it CHORUS pa*ses by - like a train, like the strangers all around pa*ses by - like a pain, like the only friend I've found but if you mix self-confidence with some common sense maybe then you'll realise you touch me never, never, ever... (... ever (x7)) CHORUS