Victory Boulevard - Joseph Arthur

Hey, euthanasia

Only hurts a little bit

The way you hold a razor

I know you’re losing it

You’re a snowman

Meltin' in the sun

That kind of torture

Makes its way to everyone

I’m sending myself away

Underneath my bed

No one knows I’m here

In a promised land

Between torture and repair

From out of the dark

A voice says 'Beware'

It must be you I hear

'Cause no one else is here

I’m sending myself away

On a permanent holiday

I don’t believe anything you say

Everybody’s nervous

Everybody’s nervous