we spend all our weekdays apartnnexcept for when we're sleepingnnsuch a horrible designnnbut we're locked in until we meet the weekendnnand we're still sleepingnnbut it's no walk in the parknnand i'm stumbling in the darknnnnlate at night i get so hungrynnor maybe i'm just borednnwell it's probably bothnnso i'll have another drink to fill my stomachnnand trick my headnnbut it's never quite enoughnnand i'm skinny like a dognnnnit's a cruel cruel gamennand i'd rather not playnnif we're going by the old man's rulesnnbut i will take my turnnnand have a little funnnbefore the bitter ending comesnnnnof course i'd like to take a picturennfrom the top of the eiffel towernnor just lay down quietlynnin a field of flowersnnit's the fashion and technologynnthat send me with a shivernnbut it's the wine soaked melodiesnnof tragic history singersnnwho know...nnnnthat i'm an old soulnni'm an old old soulnni'm just another blue eyed soul