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