Take It to Manhattan

Take it to Manhattan 'cause I don't want it

Sell it to someone who can't live without it

You made it for the masses; it passed unnoticed

Death somewhere in Kansas; now I've...

Had it up to here with...

I've had enough of all of these songs

Of self-imposed unhappiness

Safe from the cell block I always wanted

Something to believe when you always doubted

That there was some logic, some rhyme or reason

That brought us to this place, but, now, I've...

Had it up to here with

I've, I've had enough of all these songs

Of self-imposed unhappiness

Oh, oh

Ah now, ah now

I've had enough of all these songs

Of self-imposed unhappiness

Songs of self-imposed unhappiness

Songs of self-imposed unhappiness

Songs of self-imposed unhappiness

You've done this to yourself

You've done this to yourself

You've done...

You've done...

Yourself...