Bang my head against the wall
Expecting different results
Phony smile on my face
With those old dead strings ringing out
Stuck with a sixty cycle hum
They won't turn off the neon
And I know where I stand is the state of a man looking down
Keep on making the same mistakes
Stuck in the same old place
Yeah I go
Way below, way below, way below
I've seen a number pass me by
Watched along the late nights
As I'm pushed to the brink
And I try not to think what it must be like
Take your baggage to the car
Don't wanna show who you really are
Pick up the scraps where you'll never go back
Then you drive
Keep on making the same mistakes
Stuck in the same old place
Yeah I go
Way below, way below, way below
Keep on making the same mistakes
Stuck in the same old place
Yeah I go
Way below, way below, way below
Way below, way below, way below
