Vamos (ya, espere) [Let's go... ok, wait...] Hay trabajo que hacer y no hay nadie que lo haga [There is work to do and nobody who'll do it] Hay personas disponibles pero todas ya marcadas [There are people available but we already called them] Hace tiempo atras, el trabajo hecho fue [Some time ago, the work got done] Pero hoy no es, tampoco creo que manana lo hare [But today it doesn't, nor do I think I'll do it tomorrow] Por flojera es, no es nada personal [It's because we're lazy, it's not personal] El trabajo poco hecho es la meta principal [The undone work is the main goal] Pero no hay quien lo haga ni tampoco lo habra [But nobody will do it nor will anyone ever] Porque hoy no hay, tampoco creo que algiuen lo hara [Because there's nobody today, nor do I think anyone will do it] Si no me voy de frente, voy a echarme en mi mecedora [If I don't go straight there, I'll crash in my rocking chair] Merezco una siesta, por lo menos veinticuatro horas [I deserve a nap, at least 24 hours] Si tu no me encuentras, acostado estoy el dia de hoy [If you don't find me, I'm asleep today] Si es asi, no vuelvas, porque es fin de mes, y ya no soy [If it's so, don't come back, because it's the end of the month, and I'm not anymore]

Come quickly to the window now I have a mission for you You've got to leave your room and head out tonight Don't tell a whisper to your mom Don't let your father know it This mission's you and you alone, my child Tell me who you are Tell me where you've been Tell me where you're off to You're my new and nightly friend You've really got a knack for this Who knew you'd have such talent? This winter weeping blew my brains out tonight You can take on Broadway, kid You could be a hit sensation Never let nobody steer you wrong, my child Tell me who you are Tell me where you've been Tell me where you're off to You're my new and nightly friend I'm Mr. Entertainment It's good to meet you, Boy, it's good to meet you. Glamour, boy, you're famous You've got a show? Boy, you're good to go. You could be a star Sadness was your best idea I think it's gotten stale Why don't you try and step things up for tonight? Add a little pinch of drama Make all of your loved ones frightened It's all for show and they'll be kind, my child Tell me who you are Tell me where you've been Tell me where you're off to You're my new and nightly friend Don't you trust my voice? Would I lie to you? You don't have any choice The fire's awaiting you It's always waiting

They've found a cure for polio! They've found a cure for smallpox. They've vaccinated hepatitis They've vaccinated chicken pox Research scientists Working all around the clock Diabetes, cancer, AIDS But ain't no cure for what I've got Father! Pastor! Where is the light that you have? Light it shine bright in the darkness of my soul And if it don't shine and the feeling ain't right I ain't wasting my time getting old Life offered me an exit I saw it and I took it But the doggie door slammed right in my face I can only do What I feel is right Goodnight One deathwish keeps me awake Lollipops and razor blades Cut the rope and tie the knot Tourniquets and clamps and vices! Someone make the blood clot! Doctors, shrinks and gurus Handy little notes jot Zoloft is the key But ain't no cure for what I've got Father, mother, where is the luck that I've seen? Shed some light on the darkness on my heart 'Cuz I'm popping these pills, they ain't helping my ills But I'm taking them still, it's a start Life offered me an exit I saw it and I took it But the doggie door slammed right in my face I can only do What I fear is right Goodnight One deathwish keeps me awake 40 little sleeping pills Sitting in the bottle 39 little sleeping pills Bottle starts to rattle 32 little sleeping pills Eating em up like candy 20 little sleeping pills Boy these sure are dandy 7 little sleeping pills 7 left to take 0 little sleeping pills One little deathwish keeping me awake Why am I awake? What more could it take? Do the mortal coil shuffle with me, babe Don't fear the reaper He's such a harmless creature Oh, baby, the wait is over I've found the permanent solution The only resolution I've finally found the cure for what I've got But it ain't no cure for what I've got

If I am sinless, then how can I repent? If I am perfect, then what can I learn? The truth is that I know I'm holier-than-thou I'm just better than the rest of y'all Why can't you understand? It's not that hard, people God speaks to me in visions and dreams And I know I'm either saved or I'm destined to fall I haven't ruled out madness quite yet I haven't ruled out madness or pride The future's dreary for my body is weak And my spirit has a different plan Why can't you understand? It's not that hard, people Satan speaks to me in visions and dreams And I know I'm either saved or I'm destined to fall I am a servant of the Lord I am an Ephraimite I am a cog in the machine And I'm a sodomite I will be numbered with the first A resurrected saint And in a thousand years of love That's when I'll learn to hate I can't sit around awaiting the day in which I'll betray my Lord I'll be better if I suffer Just toss me my crown of thorns

I'm just sipping on my juicebox Wondering why I bought the juicebox And if I should have bought a juicebox Of a slightly different brand Like it makes a bit of difference If the quality's consistent I'll be staring to the distance With the juicebox in my hand With my shoulder bag around my neck Clip snagged to the pocket of my pants As I try and I try to get myself free Thinking only of the juicebox of a slightly different brand I get distracted so easily I get lost in my thoughts The papers fall down, the platters fall down And the confidence I've gained in myself falls down I fall, I fail so easily Like an infomercial actor I know that I'm weak And I know that I'm meek And I can't stand up to claim the Earth If I go to this appointment Then I'll miss the next appointment 'Cuz I'll be at this appointment For an hour and a half It'd be better just to cancel But I know that I can't handle When my schedule gets dismantled No excuses, I'll just laugh With my sweaty palms and my mouth glued shut The hours always seem to end And I'm way behind, I've got places to be Thinking only of the juicebox of a slightly different brand I get distracted so easily I get lost in my thoughts The papers fall down, the platters fall down And the confidence I've gained in myself falls down I fall, I fail so easily Like an infomercial actor I know that I'm weak And I know that I'm meek And I can't stand up to claim the Earth It's mine, it's mine, that's what they say But I imagine it's smoke and mirrors It's fine, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine It's fine, it's fine, it's fine anyway Solitude's my biggest fear I'm just sitting on my future Wondering if I have a future And if I'll have a better future Than I ever had a past But the Earth's not really worth much Don't need money when the dirt talks All I really want's a juicebox Of a slightly different brand

I need an audience, someone to watch me be I need to be a spectacle, I am a sight to see All lines open Waiting for your call Or were you hoping You'd have some time to stall? You and me, guys We're like the Berlin wall You can't see a thing Until we start to fall Encore performance, I'm doing it all from scratch With me, at me, I'm just glad, I got them all to laugh All lines open Even a dollar helps Or were you hoping To save some for yourself? You and me, guys We're like the Challenger You can't feel a thing But we both get burned My stories suck and my jokes aren't good I robbed myself of my childhood A spectacle is a sight to see so that must mean a spectacle's me All lines open Any minute now Or am I hoping In vain to take my bow? You and me, guys We're like the Arab spring My days are at an end And I don't hear a thing And I don't see a thing And I don't feel a thing And I am nothing

I'm a singer I'm a showman Check my top hat I'm like a snowman Big white and careless I couldn't care less But I can't sing cabaret! I am more than just a storyteller I much prefer the title raconteur But I can't sing better than any other fellow And I can't sing cabaret I can do what I want And I do what I want No authority holds any power over me It's a free country so that leaves me Free pleasing as I please, being what I be I'm my own dad now I'm the president of me But I can't sing cabaret Oh, what lovely eyes I have Oh, how chiseled my chinny-chin-chin I'm certain I'm just born with it I'm straight Top 40, I'm inny-inny-in All the boys want to be me And the girls want to be me And I can't sing cabaret Yeah, uh-huh, word up When I'm grooving in the jungle Urban jungle where I'm living And I'm fighting with the monkeys 'Cause I ain't banana-giving Got my morals, got my standards But a man has got to eat And the diet that I'm used to's Lobster tail, Kobe beef I could never deign to Cheetos Eat McDonald's? That's absurd A man who's reached my status Breaks McDonald's at a word But I've far too much integrity It's pointless anyway For for all my many talents I just can't sing cabaret Wah, wah, wah, wah, I hate fun I'm unhappy and other uns. There's nothing for me under the sun And what's worse? I just can't sing cabaret Do you ever feel like no one understands you? I feel that way quite often, it's a problem Just like any other, I've desires to relate But I can't sing cabaret I'm a singer I'm a showman Check my jacket I'm like a strawman All loose and happy My arms are flappy And I can't sing anyway

I don't know how to talk without feigning a voice I don't know how to sing without feigning a voice I don't know how to live without feigning a boy I don't know how to talk without feigning a voice What's your favorite me? Which limited edition do you like best? I'd be happy to make adjustments If you'd put them to the test What's my vision mean If I make my product for all the rest? I'm my own project I'm not finished yet What am I trying to be? The future's blurry at its best And the autopilot's busted So this bird can't leave its nest What's my destiny? Have I had my fortune told in jest? It's like the world I possess And now my fingers are wet I can be a mess I can be a clown I can hold you tight I can stick around I can climb a hill I can roll back down I can look for myself But I can't be found Why can I not see? A little too timid to invest A character is a gamble And I've emptied out my chest So where does that leave me? With no fine tuning, without zest I have no project I'm a shriveled mess

Find the rat! (Find it) Find the rat! (Find it) If he sticks his head out (Bash him!) Find the rat! Find the rat! Who could be against me? A little furry nose-twitcher Why can't he just come clean? For him, it'd probably end better What am I to do? What am I to say? It could even be you Who even knows anyway? The only clue we have is that he stinks and he squeaks Find the rat! (Find it) Find the rat! (Find it) If he sticks his head out (Bash him!) Find the rat! Find the rat and let him die! What have you against me? It's heresy and hearsay I'm golden and spit-cleaned There's nothing more to see, babe Like a Sadducee, dead Like a Pharisee, proud Nothing inside my head Or nothing I'd say aloud The only clue you have is that you think I'm cheap I'm the rat (I'm it) I'm the rat (I'm it) If I stick my head out (Don't shoot!) I'm the rat! I'm the rat!

All things in moderation All grains in season All vices are forgiven Within reason What's the matter? I'm on top! I'm the master and I won't stop It doesn't matter if I'm doing what I like And I'm happy doing what I'm happy doing It doesn't matter if I'm doing what I like As long as it's healthy All things in moderation All grains in season All vices are forgiven Within reason I can't help it I don't know It's automatic I've lost control It doesn't matter if I'm punishing myself And collateral damage is unheard of It doesn't matter if I'm punishing myself As long as it's healthy All things in moderation All grains in season All vices are forgiven Within reason I think this is what they call denial It could be healthy I think this is what they call denial It could be healthy I think this is what they call denial And it ain't healthy I think this is what they call denial I think this is what they call denial A little rock and roll never hurt nobody A little bit of jazz never hurt nobody A little bit of pride never hurt nobody It killed somebody Like me

Firm and steadfast Or flawed and stubborn? As awkward as a second floor piano store I'm outstanding Extraordinary As clumsy as the plot of Zardoz Am I really that big? Am I really that great? Am I that close to he who can seal my fate? Am I doing my best? Am I keeping the law? Or is this burlap sack just a pillow of straw? Fixed and focused Or lost and bloated As humble as Oliver Cromwell Extra ordinary I'm out standing 'Cause everyone's left me alone I'm not an only child

Lethargy Apathy Entropy Leprosy Do you really really wanna? I wanted to be an astronaut when I was younger That dream never panned out Look where I am now

I look my best reflected in a dark window I see myself as God sees me No imperfections illuminated by the light I am the man I want to be No crooked teeth No acne scars No unibrow Nothing but art I see myself reflected in a dark window I have the confidence to start I do my best work when I have a cheerleader Someone to tell me she loves me No criticism, suggestions just enthusiastic To make me feel like we're a team One for the road One for the ride One for the red That's flowing inside I see my best work reflected by my cheerleader My right hand gal, my muse, my guide So what's holding me down? Let's start painting this town! I'm not gonna let someone who's not me tell me who's me and who isn't me. I won't be the t-shirt model mannequin who fakes his smiles constantly If you think I'm saying this to spite you, well, I'll have you know That I can take suggestions or advice if you can say it so It makes me feel appreciated like I have someone who cares about me We'll work me out, see Now I see you in all your little imperfections Don't be ashamed 'cause you're all right We'll take your photo reflected in a dark window We'll leave the flash off, there's no light Can't see the tears Can't see the odds Can't see with the cones You see with the rods You see yourself reflected in a dark window You see yourself a child of God So what's holding you down? Let's start painting this town Never let someone who isn't you tell you who's you and who just isn't you Do not be the t-shirt model mannequins that everybody wants you to If you think I'm saying this to change you then I'll have you know That you can take suggestions or advice if they can say it so It makes you feel appreciated like you have someone who cares about you We'll work you out too God knows I'm not perfect, but he knows me perfectly God knows I'm not perfect, but he knows that we can be Just the way we are If we keep trying but not too hard And let's not ever let someone who's not us tell us who's us and who isn't us Let's not be the t-shirt model mannequins that everybody thinks of us If you think I'm saying this to change you, well, I'll have you know That we can take suggestions or advice if they can say it so It makes us feel appreciated like we have someone who cares about us We'll be victorious

I think you all understand me At some point or another, I think everyone tries to take his life They all seem so happy But in every high school class, someone's got to be picked last for gym You may be low but you're never alone There's always someone willing to pick up the phone But then you hear "Bottoms up! Kill yourself." There's so many voices in this world How can we know which ones to trust? There's so many choices in this world And we keep making the bad ones There's so much confusion in this world Everyone wants to be the 'it' girl So if we get swept up by the world We're gonna get driven straight to madness I see the Hell all around me Thanking God daily that he always seems to hold me high Being bad is faddy But when rock bottom's hit, the only direction left is, go up I may be low but I'm never alone There's always someone waiting to welcome you home But then I hear, "Toss your pants, Be a clock" There's so many voices in this world How can we know which ones to trust? There's so many choices in this world And we keep making the bad ones There's so much confusion in this world Everyone wants to be the 'it' girl So if we get swept up by the world We're gonna get driven straight to madness Monday's morning talk show Is Tuesday's eleven o'clock Wednesday's evening magazine Is Thursday's headline shock Friday's up-and-coming Is Saturday's EAS And Sunday, holy Sunday Well, Sunday is the day of rest Be as strong as you can be You know what's right even if it isn't selling in high demand Let's crash the market Take your neighbor by the hand, help him carry his big banner proud He may be low but he's never alone We people go together like butter and scones But then you hear, "Rest a while Sin a bit" Listen to the small voice Listen to the still voice Listen to your conscience Or listen to the Holy Ghost Listen to yourself Listen to your true friends And you'll never ever ever Have to ask yourself again There's so many voices in this world How can we know which ones to trust? There's so many choices in this world And we keep making the bad ones There's so much confusion in this world Everyone wants to be the 'it' girl So if we get swept up by the world We're gonna get driven straight to madness

Everything is vanity Everyone is scared like me Cold and alone in the grey of the world Three billion boys and three more billion girls Zillions of dead folk who lost all the curls In their hair off their skull The goths and the preps and the jocks and the nerds The Heart and the Head and the Bee and the Bird Everyone’s happy, it seems so absurd ‘Cuz their thoughts are awful Everything is vanity Everyone is scared like me A man shouldn’t cry and a woman is strong To need someone else is to be in the wrong So why do we keep buying cheap emo songs? ‘Cuz our thoughts are awful We talk about gossip, elections, and cars But it’s all so impersonal, none of it ours Because we’re afraid to show off the scars Before they grow dull Everything is vanity Everyone is scared like me Everything is vanity Everyone is scared like me So come hold my hand please and join in this rhyme I know it’s embarrassing, trying to mime The words of my mouth, I’ll forgive you this time It’s a lot you’ve been through I’ll be your buttress; I’ll be your relief I’ll help all the fallen get back to their feet I know with my efforts, I can’t bring world peace But my peace be with you Everything is peachy keen Everyone, just sing with me

Today's another opportunity Tomorrow brings another one still So why waste today's opportunity By telling yourself, "Tomorrow I will?" Can't you see the quantity of options that you have today? To go, to do, to eat, to sleep, to speak, to fight, to work, to play It's not that hard to do a little good But you've got Layne Staley telling you he would if he could Sad songs make other people sad Being sad makes other people write sad songs Let's break the mold of being down Make a smile of that frown Sing songs that make sad people glad Till the whole world's holding hands and singing along Did you hear you're a wonderful person? The world is lucky to have you here So go find another great person And tell them yourself what they want to hear Or buy a stranger lunch or give a friend of yours an ear to lend Or pick up all the trash that drivers left along the highway bend A smile's as contagious as a yawn But still James Hetfield's telling you that all hope is gone Sad songs make other people sad Being sad makes other people write sad songs Let's break the mold of being down Make a smile of that frown Sing songs that make sad people glad Till the whole world's holding hands and singing along Soldiers of smiles Warriors of love Our arms are fully loaded with high fives and hugs Our only mission Our mantra we repeat Time and time again, to the rhythm on the beat We spread the love, spread the joy, make a little bit of noise Make a little bit more just a little bit later And why should we cry when laughter costs just as many tears? I stand with Jaret Reddick in that all we need is love and non-alcoholic beer I feel so full of energy I wish the world could feel it too So let's cast off all this dark energy And send it to the pigs in the San Diego Zoo Life was meant to be a blessing for the ones God blessed with life So why do we insist in filling all our days with pain and strife? We should focus more on just befriending And maybe Avril Lavigne's gonna get her happy ending Sad songs make other people sad Being sad makes other people write sad songs Let's break the mold of being down Make a smile of that frown Sing songs that make sad people glad Till the whole world's holding hands and singing along

Some days, you don't feel the same Some days, you wake up on the wrong side of the bed Some days, it's just too much to take Some days, you don't know if you're better off alive or dead If I take off my tie Am I still the same guy Or did I manage to divide Me, myself, and I? I don't feel right But it's gonna be a good day after all (Hey, man, it's gonna be a good day!) The sun is out, the love is out And I'm about to jump and shout The good news, have a ball (Hey, man, it's gonna be a good day!) It's gonna be a good day after all Some days, you don't know what to do Some days, you've got your shirt on inside out Some days, it's just too much for you Some days, you're not sure what the hokey-pokey's all about If I keep standing still And I think that I will Will my day be fulfilled Or my time be killed? Dude, just chill 'Cause it's gonna be a good day after all (Hey, man, it's gonna be a good day!) The sun is out, the love is out And I'm about to jump and shout The good news, have a ball (Hey, man, it's gonna be a good day!) It's gonna be a good day after all There's no such thing as bad days when you learn to love the little things in life Like music, grass, and cheese, and other things like that I like There's no such thing as bad days when you learn to love the little things in life Like music, grass, and cheese, and other things like that I like There's no such thing as bad days when you learn to love the little things in life Like music, grass, and cheese, and other things like that I like There's no such thing as bad days when you learn to love the little things in life Like music, grass, and cheese, and puns, and squirrels, and honeybees And fruits, and roofs, and shiny coins, and pockets, and grilled tenderloins And smooth round rocks, and blanket sleeves, and LDS church magazines And smiles on a stranger's face, and owning Boardwalk and Park Place There's no such thing as bad days And it's gonna be a good day after all (Hey, man, it's gonna be a good day!) The sun is out, the love is out And I'm about to jump and shout The good news, have a ball (Hey, man, it's gonna be a good day!) It's gonna be a good day after all