I've sealed myself in Laminated all of my skin Sellotaped my world in bits I must embrace paralysis
Only in you do we see ourselves Only in you can we see our end So sick and so tired of being 4 real Only the fiction still has the appeal
Builder of Routines It makes me safe and clean It crucifies parts of me But never seems to make me bleed
Only in you do we see ourselves Only in you can we imagine our mend So sick and so tired of being 4 real Only the fiction still has the appeal
How I hate middle age In between acceptance and rage Democracy has sure made a fool out of me But I am the builder of routines
Writer/s: JAMES BRADFIELD, NICHOLAS JONES, SEAN MOORE
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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The TV show Cheers was nearly canceled after its first season, but the theme song, "Where Everybody Knows Your Name," was very popular. To satisfy viewer demand, the theme was made into a full song and released as a single.
Who writes a song about a name they found in a phone book? That's just one of the everyday things these guys find to sing about. Anything in their field of vision or general scope of knowledge is fair game. If you cross paths with them, so are you.