it must be hard to be an urchin today
because I fell in the same old trap
that I've heard of a thousand times before
and with such a cruel effort to remain relevant
to hold their interest again, again, once again

and I don't like to!

repeat myself after the first time, in years I had something
something original, something original, something original,
something original, something original

if there's a brighter hell will I be there to say I told you so?
if there's a brighter hell will I be there to take you out?

so what's the point? all my friends don't relate to me anymore
and I'm getting older as well, and these dreams are dull too
so it goes: when one shoe is tighter than the other
my palm is colder than yours and god's season is laughing at me
at whatever I thought I had before; it's just not there
a cruel joke that I'll never learn, a cruel joke that I just can't learn

but I never learn, guess I'll never learn, just let me learn, but I'll never learn
no I'll never learn...

if there's a brighter hell will I be there to say I told you so?
if there's a brighter hell will I be there to show you the way out?
but I heard the same words and they never change
and I never learn until you've heard it before
but there's someone else waiting for me out there

if there's a brighter hell will I see you there?