LYRIC

We're too busy making memories to remember who we are
Always trying to find a line, but always going too far
Cracks in pavements, holes in jeans, stoned in the afternoon
Lucy's looking for a diamond, down here in the tomb

Tell me what's the boy to do sitting in your room?
Tell me, tell me what's the boy to do?
Tell me what's the boy to do sitting in your room?
Tell me, tell me what's the boy to do?

Sitting in your room

Sweeping up bones with a garden broom
Dancing inside of the loser's tomb
Losers in the tomb, sitting in your room
Sweeping up bones with a garden broom
Dancing inside of the loser's tomb
Losers in the tomb, sitting in your room

We're too busy making memories to remember who we are
Always trying to find a line, but always going too far

Tell me what's the boy to do sitting in your room?
Tell me, tell me what's the boy to do?
Tell me what's the boy to do sitting in your room?
Tell me, tell me what's the boy to do?

Tell me what's the boy to do sitting in your room?
(Sweeping up bones with a garden broom)
(Dancing inside of the loser's tomb)
Losers in the tomb
Tell me, tell me what's the boy to do?
Tell me what's the boy to do sitting in your room?
Losers in the tomb, sitting in your room

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