Everlone

life has teeth, and bites the feeding open handyou wanna be in a band?I got to feeling, I got too much, too soon, too fucked up I don't knowI got to get to the showwell... what have I got to do?what have I got to do to get through to you?well... what have I got to do?what have I got to do to get next to you? like a telephone call would do, fuck it [CHORUS:]everlone, everlonea thousand fake heroes appear at the throne (of)everlone, into the great unknownleaving it all to fade for a while'til the fire in my eyes passes by when ideas run out, any fool can make a fistI got the will to resistI got the power of one, the fear of none, the arms to judge a manI bet you don't understand well... what have I got to do?what have I got to do to get through to you?well: what have I got to do?what have I got to do to get next to you? like a telephone call would do, fuck it [CHORUS]passes by - like a train, like the strangers all aroundpasses by - like a pain, like the only friend I've foundbut if you mix self-confidence with some common sensemaybe then you'll realise you touch me never, never, ever... [CHORUS]