Sometimes you wish you were the girl they buy drinks to
It's easier to dream when you have nothing to lose
Well, but you have plans to save the earth
You even read every night before you go to bed

Demons are in again
Sorrow is here again
Restless feet on the lane
High fences conceal the pain

You've got the brains
And she's got a nice pair to buy her fame

It's just an illusion to keep your dull routine
You moved far away, but you can't get your head clear
Well, it's not so bad to figure you were wrong
No one is looking for a decent conversation here, I know

Demons are in again
Sorrow is here again
Young skirts freely wave their hands
Don't look straight, it's hazardous

You've got the brains
And she's got her lips full to buy her fame