Please be quiet, everyone's asleep Stella's locked her door and she's requested some peace She teaches the English at the American school She teaches imaginary numbers and the golden rule She says it's hard to worry about the future When your past is knocking at your door Sweet mistakes and information Have been her lovers before Hello, all you losers You've got nothing to fear This may not be the end of the world But you can see it from here She runs the motors and the music On the carousel ride She catches the children on the horses As they fall through the rye It's hard to see the future When your back is bending over your shoes It's hard holding on to nothing When you've got nothing to lose Hello, all your losers You've got nothing to fear This may not be the end of the world but you can see it from here I guess you heard about Ol' PeeWee We had to tear his playhouse down Then they put him in the electric chair We'll have some fun now When you see her, give her some compliments on her looks She'll be wearing a Mardi Gras dress Coming after you with words and books We've given you the best seats in the house So don't be late St. Peter is at the door And he ain't no man to wait Hello, all you losers You've got nothing to fear This may not be the end of the world But you can see it from here Hello, all you losers You've got nothing to fear This may not be the end of the world But you can see it from here