Idiots in the rain, brother,
But I’m still glad that we came
Sometimes I feel so strange,
Like a man who lost his last name,
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa
But when the band starts playing,
All the tears are dried up,
And when the band gets going,
Things they don’t hurt so much,
Is there anyone here?
Is there anyone here?
Is there anyone here, brother, who feels like us?
I’m in love with a man,
I hope you’ll understand,
He is just like I am,
Same sad, lonely disposition
Fa fa fa
But when the band starts playing,
All the tears are dried up,
And when the band gets going,
Things they don’t hurt so much,
Is there anyone here?
Is there anyone here?
Is there anyone here, brother, who feels like us?
Riding away in an old Chevrolet,
Shouting “Love took its stand and, oh my god, peace met its end!”
Well, who could ignore all the blood and the gore,
I read of those hippy days and felt the mud in my pores,
Now, how can we resist one last kiss-off?
I guess that we lost some heavenly coin toss,
Will the world help me out of this all-embracing pout?
No.
But when the band starts playing,
All the tears are dried up,
And when the band gets going,
Things they don’t hurt so much,
Is there anyone here?
Is there anyone here?
Is there anyone here, brother, who feels like us?