If you're bored, Ray, you could move to Norway
You don't believe in anything so you can always be at home
If you're leaving, thoughts can be deceiving
You don't need a pied-a-terre to study how to be alone
Cause your friends will never go
Who could care about your scene
Who could understand your schemes to fake a way, fake a way
It's not in Lhasa, or in ayahuasca
You don't need an apathetic headache to define your mind
And in the morning, when the light is sworn in
You won't remember anything and you'll become deaf, dumb, and blind
And your friends will never know
No, they will never know, they will never know
Who could care about your scene
Who could understand your schemes to fake a way, fake a way
Same thing since sixteen
Ever making up those schemes to fake a way, fake a way
Fake a way, fake a way, fake a way, fake a way
Fake a way, fake a way, fake a way, fake a way