| It still feels empty on the inside |
| When you’ve had enough to eat |
| It’s guaranteed to make you bitter and older |
| It’s the truth before you go to sleep, oh |
| It’s reminiscing about the street where you lived as a kid |
| It’s playing songs by the band you were once in |
| It’s following bad sitcoms on the tube |
| And going supermarket shopping, and it’s just you alone |
| (La la la, la la-la la la-la) |
| (La la la, la la-la la la-la) |
| With your muse and your bottle of wine (La la la, la la-la la la-la) |
| You can listen to that little boy inside (La la la, la la-la la la-la) |
| It’s getting paranoid over a joke you never got |
| Holding down a 9-to-5, wishing for a reason to just stop |
| (La la la, la la-la la la-la) |
| (La la la, la la-la la la-la) |
| With your muse and your bottle of wine (La la la, la la-la la la-la) |
| You can listn to that little boy inside (La la la, la la-la la la-la) |
| Some creep go vaudville |
| With backdrops, stage props and pyrotechnics too |
| He’s cashing in all those chips tonight, and then he’s going solo |
| (La la la, la la-la la la-la) |