I think I'm gonna start a band.
The great depression is at hand.
People will mourn across the lands.
Yeah, I'm gonna start a band.
Or maybe I should write a book and let the critics have a look.
They hell me as the new James Joyce, the audience won't have a choice.
You know that I love you, you know that I need you.
16 years tomorrow and I never leave you.
I'm seventeen and tired of life.
Under my pilow is a knife.
I'm sick and tired of this world, but yet I haven't kissed a girl.
I know this world is full of pain, and yeah I haven't cried a vain.
Cause my dog died the other day and nothing can wash' my tears away.
You know that I love you, you know what I need you.
16 years tomorrow and I never leave you.
And I won't sing that I love you.
I always sing things that are true.
And I won't sing no la, la, la.
Because I'm not in love with you (and the popstar sings).
You know that I love you, you know what I need you.
16 years tomorrow and I never leave you.
You know that I love you, you know what I need you.
16 years tomorrow and I never leave you.
