Even Trophy Boys And Girls Sing The Blues Lyrics - Less Than Jake

Sometimes my head gets so crazy from all 

this contemplating 

So different from the mistakes I've been making 

And tragedies we're facing... 

So tell me can money buy your point of view? 

Even trophy boys and girls sing the blues 

The things that you're haunted by; you're in so high 

Inside your candy-coated life 

When perfect isn't making sense, 

When perfect makes you sick! 

I'm so tired with my hands always shaking 

And I've been concentrating 

On how my seconds I can go without breathing 

Or days i can go without feeling 

So tell me again, how your parents fucked you up! 

With traditions from the bluest blood! 

The things that you're haunted by and lived so high 

Inside your candy coated life 

And perfect isn't making sense 

And perfect's making you feel sick 

Your life is in a constant panic 

Perfect package turning tragic 

Seems to make a perfect fit 

Of how empty your perfect life has been 

I'm so tired with my hands always shaking 

And I've been concentrating 

So different from the mistakes I've been making 

And tragedies we're facing... 

So tell me can money buy your point of view? 

Even trophy boys and girls sing the blues 

The things that you're haunted by, you're in so high 

Inside your candy coated life 

When perfect isn't making sense 

When perfect's making you feel sick 

Your life is in a constant panic 

Perfect package turning tragic 

Seems to make a perfect fit 

Of how empty your perfect life has been...