There's a pub
at the end of the world
where the dead kids
drink their dreams away.
There's a hole in the wall
at the end of it all
where the sinners
cry blasphemy.
And the only two
that you need to know
are called Lonely and Miserable,
so take two shots
of all they've got
and call me
when your life
is over.
The only kids in the world
are the ones who haven't
died yet,
because the only kids in the world
are the ones who haven't
tried yet.
And the laughter you hear,
full of dread,
full of fear,
is from the one
who are already gone.
And the smirks that you see,
full of glee,
- misery -
are the ones that are singing
this song.
Lonely and Miserable
hit the road
in an old station wagon
with no where to go,
with the last of their marbles,
and a heavier load
than they would never
return with,
so that at the end of it all,
at Hell's last call,
at the peak of a mountain,
on the edge of The Fall,
they could lose all control,
they could lose their souls,
and know how it
so wasn't worth it.
From St. Sanity
to the Point of No Return,
fighting vanity
and they lessons they
didn't want to learn,
they found thirty bullets
and thousands of pills.
So with their limited knowledge
and minimal skill
they decided to burn
it all down
to the bones,
to the shell
of the home
they could not longer find,
the security that had died,
the loves that had lied.
In the Shady Part of Town,
they found a pub
at the end of the world
where they gambled
happy memories away.
In small little towns,
they met friends
all around,
with whom they
could never stay.
Because the only kids in the world
are the ones who haven't
died yet,
because the only kids in the world
are the ones
who haven't tried yet.
And the smiles that hid the lies
and the midnight cries
are all you want to see.
And the hints here and there,
evidence so bare,
you just let it be.
Lonely and Miserable
hit the road
in an old station wagon
with no where to go,
with the last of their marbles,
and a heavier load
than they would never
return with,
so that at the end of it all,
at Hell's last call,
at the peak of a mountain,
on the edge of The Fall,
they could lose all control,
they could lose their souls,
and know how it
so wasn't worth it.
From St. Sanity
to the Point of No Return,
fighting vanity
and they lessons they
didn't want to learn,
they found thirty bullets
and thousands of pills.
So with their limited knowledge
and minimal skill
they decided to burn
it all down
to the bones,
to the shell
of the home
they could not longer find,
the security that had died,
the loves that had lied.
In the blackness they awoke
to and echo when they spoke
of the deeds
that it seems
no one speaks of.
And in one universe,
no one wrote this verse,
and no one ever dies.
But in this one
Lonely and Miserable
hit the road
in an old station wagon
with no where to go,
with the last of their marbles,
and a heavier load
than they would never
return with.
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