Why do they speak when there's nothing to say? They'll just go on and on and on and on all day Well, they think they're special, but we don't think so And we'll try to stop them, but they'll only grow
Easy to find, is it easy to find? We open the door, and everything's fine Easy to tell, is it easy to tell? She was living in a private hell
Everyone's tired, they haven't got time And they're all too busy trying to make their lives right And they can't stand the fires that burn in the night They say they're all designed to all burn bright
Easy to find, is it easy to find? We open the door, and everything's fine Easy to tell, is it easy to tell? She was living in a private hell
Copywriters insist on all they could And they think they're special, but they always would And they never thought that life would be so good And they never thought that life would be so good