I dream happy endings just to sit through court proceedingsnThat put my brother in the drunk tanknAnd leave me my father believing in bad lucknnSuicide stalks my relativesnBirth control mocks all of usnThe foetus police are knockingnThey want to know if I’m planningnTo grow upnnDo you consider yourself a lucky man?nOr is there a clumsy high school marching bandnWith shadows following you?nThere has got to be a verse after this onenOr my heart just might failnTo movennShe said bodies are for bruisingnChildren’s eyes are meant for losingnSo stick in a needle in my promisenMy heart wasn’t that enormous after allnnMy family flunked the living testnThey’re caught between cancer and cardiac arrestnThe dread squad is knocking nownAnd they want to know if I’m planningnTo give upnnDo you think you are so specialnYou might possess a unique sorrow nobody else has found?nDo you think this is only profession?nWell you can play your chord progressionnInto the groundnInto the groundnInto the ground