great risk, where's the word to be paid off, there's a man up above the sun the statue of norm made of rust, you lead us all to the edge of sweetness where's the word to loose your heart there's nowhere to be found it's a shame that we can't even sit down and talk about your dogs could it be better could it be better you really have to be better a mediocre man, without a lilt fixing roof and tile, more day jobs searching for a wall to lean on who is to blame for another piece of lie where's the word to loose your heart there's nowhere to be found it's a shame that we can't even sit down and talk about your dogs