For The Boys Lyrics

burn it all and break your home

this one's for the boys

you're a vain and shameless man

but hell, I love your voice



skinny fingers and mumbling mouths

I'd like to mark your words

'cause sometimes I don't trust you

when you're singing

of love and play

it's the story of you



losing to your daydream

you dancing with a smokescreen

goin' under with your daydream

in the wake of the big machine



honey honey and money and man

all my lonely boys

easy with the slight of hand

you're talking sweet

'bout the pain and the ladies



and sometimes you look ugly

when you're happy

and sometimes you look better

when you're down

a real good song

it's the story of you



losing to your daydream

you dancing with a smokescreen

goin' under with your daydream

you're sliding through the big sleep



man, you can sing

like you're tryin' to break my heart

and you can hate

and you can blame it on the stars

you're strung up in your guitar

you're strung out on who you are

now come on boys, it's time you let it go



see me losing to your daydream

see me dancing with your smokescreen

going under with your daydream



in the wake of the big machine

in the wake of the big machine

in the wake of the big machine