Burn it all and break your home. This one's for the boys. You're a vain and shameless man. But hell i love your voice. Skinny fingers and mumbling mouths. I'd like to mark your words. 'cause sometimes i don't trust you. When you're singing. Of love and play. It's the story of you. Losing to your daydream. You dancing with a smokescreen. Goin'under with your daydream. In the wake of the big machine. Honey honey and money and man. All my lonely boys. Easy with the slight of hand. You're talking sweet. 'bout the pain and the ladies. And sometimes you look ugly. When you're happy. And sometimes you look better. When you're down. A real good song. It's the story of you. Losing to your daydream. You dancing with a smokescreen. Goin' under with your daydream. You're sliding through the big sleep. Man you can sing. Like you're tryin' to break my heart. And you can hate. And you can blame it on the stars. You're strung up in your guitar. You're strung out on who you are. Now come on boys it's time you let it go. See me losing to your daydream. See me dancing with your smokescreen. Going under with your daydream. In the wake of the big machine. In the wake of the big machine. In the wake of the big machine