For The Boys

Burn it all and break your home
This one's for the boys
You're a vain and shameless man
But hell, I love your voice

Skinny fingers and mumbling mouths
I'd like to mark your words
'Cause sometimes I don't trust you
When you're singing of love and play
It's the story of you

Losing to your daydream
You dancing with a smokescreen
Goin' under with your daydream
In the wake of a big machine

Honey, honey, and money
And man, all my lonely boys
Easy with the sleight of hand
You're talking sweet 'bout
The pain and the ladies

And sometimes you look ugly
When you're happy and sometimes
You look better when you're down
A real good song, it's the story of you

Losing to your daydream
You dancing with a smokescreen
Goin' under with your daydream
You're sliding through the big sleep

Man, you can sing, like you're tryin'
To break my heart and you can hate
And you can blame it on the stars

You're strung up in your guitar
You're strung out on who you are
Come on boys, it's time you let it go

Losing to your daydream
You dancing with a smokescreen
Goin' under with your daydream
You're sliding through the big sleep

See me losing to your daydream
See me dancing with your smokescreen
Going under with your daydream

In the wake of a big machine
In the wake of a big machine
In the wake of a big machine