Pains in the Asses Songtext
von Douglas Firs

We wave without thinking, we lie without blinking
We′re watching our children with hearts slowly sinking
We try to do right and believe that it matters
We hold someone tight when in fact we know better

We go stand in line and call home while we're waiting
We try not to talk ′bout that thing that we're hating
We're touching the nose of a horse and feel brave
We′re building a camp in the woods and feel safe

We spend too much time in front of TV
We slack and we mumble, we travel, we dream
We get mad at some people, but we know it′s at ourselves
We are pains in the asses and we know it all too well


We can't sleep and think ′bout the friendships that stuck
About sickness so unfair when it came like bad luck
We struggle to remember, we drink to forget
While Shania Twain sings "and we'll make it, I bet"

We build things in the sand
Hold our thoughts by the hand
We break up, we get scared
We forget what we had

We act like that washing machine sound is normal
We′re mourning our mothers but try to act formal
We fail to remember where car keys were put
We're planting new flowers where our parents once stood

We spend too much time in front of TV
We slack and we mumble, we travel, we dream
We get mad at some people, but we know it′s at ourselves
We are pains in the asses and we know it all too well
We are pains in the asses and we know it too well