If I ever made a million dollars
I'd let you piss it away
If my misery would make you happy
I'd let you do it again
If I ever had brains of a scholar
I wouldn't know what to say
I'm still waiting for the phone to ring
Every single day
Nothing's ever gonna make you happy when your senses are dulled and you're allergic to the sun
Nothing's ever gonna make you happy when your senses are dulled and you're allergic to the sun
And everybody underneath
Hangin' on by the skin of their teeth
When you think about the times we had
Are you lookin' away?
When you're in the mood to be unhappy
Do you whisper my name?
When I think about the way you left
It always makes me smile
I hope that you can enjoy your shopping
Down on The Miracle Mile
Nothing's ever gonna make you happy when your senses are dulled and you're allergic to the sun
Nothing's ever gonna make you happy when your senses are dulled and you're allergic to the sun
And everybody underneath
Hangin' on by the skin of their teeth
The excitements worn off
Like Christmas afternoon with no presents to open
The excitements worn off
Like Christmas afternoon with no presents to open
Nothing's ever gonna make you happy when your senses are dulled and you're allergic to the sun
Nothing's ever gonna make you happy when your senses are dulled and you're allergic to the sun
And everybody underneath
Hangin' on by the skin of their teeth