For The Boys

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 a big machine
 Honey, honey, and money and man
 All my lonely boys
 Easy with the sleight 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
 Come on boys, it's time you let it go
 (Losing to your daydream)
 (You dancing with a smokescreen)
 (Goin' under with your daydream)
 (You're sliding through the big sleep)
 See me losing to your daydream
 See me dancing with your smokescreen
 Going under with your daydream
 In the wake of a big machine
 In the wake of a big machine
 In the wake of a big machine