I finally see the light. Down on the east side. Wasted like a memory. If I had a car I'd drive. Straight off the bridge into the river it would empty me. Pretty pictures in a magazine. Everybody is so make believe it's true. I used to be sad. Now I'm just bored with you. You're doomed to repeat the past. 'Cause nothing is gonna last. I burned all of your photographs. Traffic sings the songs. Inviting me in to dodge the bullets from an empty gun. If I had a car I'd drive straight into the window of a bank I owed money to. Pretty pictures in a magazine. Everybody is so make believe it's true. I used to be sad. Now I'm just bored with you. You're doomed to repeat the past. 'Cause nothing is gonna last. I burned all of your photographs. And all the time you're so unhappy. And everything to you's so heavy. But oh my word ain't you pretty now. There's nothing to make up now. No one to wake up now. She's starting to break up. WOW. Pretty pictures in a magazine. Everybody is so make believe it's true. I used to be sad. Now I'm just bored with you. You're doomed to repeat the past. 'Cause nothing is gonna last. I burned all of your photographs.