A#m7
A#m7
Everybody's singing the same song
A#
It goes "tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight" (tonight)
A#m/C# A#
I never realized these artists thought so much about dying
...
A#m7
But truth be told we all have the same end
A#
Could make you cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
A#m/C#
But I'm telling you
A#
This is the best news you're getting all week
...
A#m7
Oh sure it's ruling the airwaves
A#
What remains of the airwaves
A#m/C# A#
And we're frankly thankful for the market psychology you're hipping us to
...
A#m7
And all the hits are saying the same thing
A#m A#
There's only tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight (tonight)
A#m/C#
And life is finite
A#m7 A#
But shit, it feels like forever
A#
It feels like forever
(ah)
...
A#m7
Oh is everybody feeling the same stuff?
A#m7 A# (A#)
We're all wild
A#m7
Except for you
A#m7
And you know who you are
A#m7 A# (A#)
This is a love song
...
A#m7
And you're getting older
A#m7 A#m7 A#
I promise you this; you're getting older
(A#) (A#)
And there's improvements unless
A#m7
You're such a winner
A#m7 A#m7
That the future's a nightmare
A#
And there's nothing I can do
(A#) (A#)
Nothing anyone can do about this
A#m/C# D#
And oh, oh
A# C# D#
I'm offering you a chance to get even
A#m/C# D#
And oh, oh
A# C# D#
you know very well the dialect of negation
A#m/C# D#
Sure enemies haunt you with spit and derision
A# C# D#
But friends are the ones who can put you in an exile
C# D# A#
But that's not right
A#
...
A#m/C#
And you're too sharp to be used
A#m7
Or you're too shocked from being used
A#m/C#
By these bullying children of the fabulous
A#m7
Raffling off limited edition shoes
...
A#m/C#
And what's it you do again?
(A#m7)
Oh I'm a reminder
(A#m7)
The hobbled veteran of the disk shop inquisition
(A#m7)
Set to parry the cocksure of men's sick filth
(A#m7)
With my own late era middle-aged ramblings
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A#m7
Every lover favors the same things
A#m A#
It's all "touch me, touch me, touch me" (touch me tonight)
A#m7 A#
We maybe realize what it is we need before we die
...
A#m/C#
And luck is always better than skill at things
A#
We're flying blind
...
A#m/C#
Oh good gracious
A#m7
I sound like my mom!
...
A#m/C# D#
But out of the little rooms and onto the streets
A# C# (C#) D#
You've lost your internet and we've lost our memory
A#m/C# D#
We had a paper trail that led to our secrets
A# C# (C#) D#
But embarrassing pictures have now all been deleted
A#m/C# D#
By versions of selves that we thought were the best ones
A# C# (C#) D#
'Till versions of versions of others repeating
A#m/C# D#
Come laughing at everything we thought was important
A# C# (C#) D#
While still making mistakes that you thought you had learned from
A#m/C# D#
And reasonable people know better than you
A# C# (C#) D#
That cost in the long run but they don't know the short game
A#m/C# D#
And terrible people know better than you
A# C# (C#) D#
They're used and abused of the once so dear listener
A#m/C# D#
So you will be badgered and taunted and told that
A# C# (C#) D#
You're missing a party that you'll never get over
A#m/C# D#
You hate the idea that you're wasting your youth
A# C# (C#) D#
That you stood in the background oh until you got older
A#m7 D# A#
But that's all lies
C# D# A#
That's all lies
A#