This king of overstatement now
Would like to whisper
Sweet something in your ear all day
From now till then
I can t swim with irons on my tail, they want an answer
And hip-hip hooray, we lose again
Dear god, you can suit yourself

Oh you could be, an amputee
There s got to be
Something better than

We stink of understatement, we re so overfriendly
More people to latch on to
More ears to bend
And I ve swam the long route home enough, 've got broken shoulders
And hip-hip hooray, we lose again
Dear god, how do you forgive yourself

You could be an amputee
It wouldn t matter all that much
It wouldn t mean a thing to me
So answer me
Do you believe its true?
There s gotta be something better than...

So don t listen to them
Listen to yourself
We are addicted to ourselves
We leave room for on one else
So answer me
Do you believe its true?
There s gotta be something better than...

Keep pushin back and you ll come up roses (x2)
We re not the same even though we share a name
Keep pushin back and you ll come up roses (x2)

I've heard it all before
Seen it all before
Played this scene before

You could be an amputee
It wouldn't matter all that much,
It wouldn't mean a thing to me
So answer me
Do you believe it's true?
There's gotta be something better than this

But it s nothing to you (x2)
No it s nothing to you
It s something better than this

But it s nothing to you (x2)
No it s nothing to you
It s something better than this