Nothing But Heartache In Your Social Life

When are you thinking of disappearing? When are you falling off the map? When the unknown that you're fearing's in the clearing? When your world's gone flat? When you're waiting for your life to be depicted? Feeling estrangement from escape? When you're packaged up, beautifully scripted Insulated with electrical tape? When the famous are getting airborne? When the evacuation's under way? And not for all the pot in Rosedale Could you possibly get them to stay? When a blind eye turns to duty? When I'm standing there holding the door Saying things like "After you, wit before beauty" And, "Okay, maybe there's room for just one more"? When technology fails, forever changes And hardcore shadows are gone? When what the average age rearranges Is forever certain? Forever wrong? When new adventures in electronics And signals are pleasing to the ear? Or when tubes are cooking up distortion Meaning the end of suffering is near? When the podium's sprouting weeds Rendered ridiculous by the times? When people have different needs And time smiles on a disciplined minds? When you're getting king-sized satisfaction In the turnstiles of the night? From the shaky pale transactions Of all the heartache in your social life? When are you thinking of disappearing? When there's nothing but heartache in your social life? When are you thinking of disappearing? (When are you thinking of disappearing?) When are you thinking of disappearing? (When are you thinking of disappearing?) (When are you thinking of disappearing?)