Слова:
Extreme Waiting For The Punchline

naked, naked, naked, naked i pretend to be not anyone except me and my imperfections there is nothing i expect of you that you wouldn't expect of me, too [chorus] will you excuse me for

: Respect, always everybody looking for some respect, who do you think you're gonna get it from respect, anybody here deserving of none respect, tell

: As for this song i'll set the mood there's nothing wrong prefer solitude alone to think of what i don't know the deeper i sink the further i'll go

: Last round looks like i'm in for a fight knocked down there is nowhere left to hide stick 'n' move when i try to run away old one two i only end up

to get to the other side i'm still waiting for the punchline whoever said the grass always grows greener on the other lied i'm still waiting for the punchline

Today don't look so bad compared to tomorrow if time is all we have then we're living on borrowed yesterday's for fools who try to remember the good

As for this song i'll set the mood there's nothing wrong prefer solitude alone to think of what i don't know the deeper i sink the further i'll go nothing

suit naked, naked, naked, naked i pretend to be not anyone except me and my imperfections there is nothing i expect of you that you wouldn't expect of me, too [chorus] will you excuse me for

me something . . . [chorus] if every song been sung, under the sun what's left for me then, eat drink and have fun it must go on, as for the show so