Yah we woke up manically depressed
And we sprang up with our knives
But the TV saved our minds
And the Prozac saved our lives.
Yah we got home hating those in charge
But we stored our anger away,
We wouldn’t dare confront the people,
Who make our decisions day by day.

Waiting,
Every mans song is waiting
Waiting,
And it’s just so easy
To sing along
To every man’s song.

We woke up in the morning,
with greenhouses gases in our throats,
So we tried to escape to somewhere,
a little more remote,
We woke up feeling so inadequate,
compared to all the stars,
So we went to plastic surgeons,
'said hello to brand new scars.

Waiting,
Every mans song is waiting
Waiting,
And it’s just so easy
To sing along
To every man’s song.

And we’re thinking to ourselves that we simply don’t belong,
So we’re cranking up our music, singing to every mans song.
I wana be me even if that means a bit of rain,
Instead of being a robot,
so defiant to the pain
And maybe I’d like to be me because I know that I can feel
Cuz after all is said and done, I'm the one whose real

Waiting,
Every mans song is waiting
Waiting,
And it’s just so easy
To sing along
To every man’s song.