When The Music Don't Come

Well sing the song of don't belong
And wear the ring of learn to sing
Be the one who wants to die
And do this all the time
Yeah, And question everything
Question everything
And when the music don't come no more you shall be free

Oh, baby, pour me out
In plastic cups
On Seventh Street, the cocaine's showin' up
And be the one who wants to die
Yeah, and do this all the time
And question everything
Question everything
And when the music don't come no more you shall be free

Undress your skirt
Undress my eyes
Undress your things that I guess that I came for this
And be the one who wants to die
Yeah, and do this all the time
And question everything
Question everything
And when the music don't come no more you shall be free

Little bird can sing
And little bird can fly
Well she moves to the music on London time
And she's the reason left to live
She's the reason left to live
So I do it all the time
But I question everything
I question everything
And when the muse is dead, the muse has died
And it's time to say goodbye