All the world's a stage
Written by a miserable playwright
His mother didn't want him as a child
His ex-fiancee ruined his life
His quotes will chill you to the bone
Make you realize that you sleep alone
Even with a revolving arsenal that share your bed
Oh how I've let myself go and go and go and go

And on a grave reads, "we made a ripple in a tidal wave,"
On a grave reads, "we made a ripple in a tidal wave."

I yearn for the sound of the rain
But when it's here I want to sleep all day
And never sing or sleep again
Silence is but a needle pulling skin
And I'll sew myself up to the teeth
In places that don't even bleed
Just to tear away that skin
Always the consummate optimist!

And on my grave reads "we made a ripple in a tidal wave,"
On my grave reads "an SOS won't always get you saved."

My mind is a conversion van
Filled with hopeful kids in a hopeless band
They've got shotty equipment and a decent show,
But more fucking passion than you'll ever know.
They'll tour until their tires screech
On black ice somewhere near Hampton Beach
They could've been the song stuck in your head
But they'll live on as local legends.
(That's what they're gunna do!)

And on our graves reads "we made a ripple in a tidal wave,"
On our graves reads "an SOS won't always get you saved
Cuz I've been working my whole life just to be a slave
But that ripple, you can't take that away from me!"
We made a ripple in a tidal wave.