It is a game and this bank, this industry, this entire country exists because it’s a game and we are the scorekeepers but we only give out the score to those who play.
So, I think it's time for us to have a toast.
Let's have a toast for the douchebags.
Let's have a toast for the assholes.
Let's have a toast for the scumbags.
Every one of them that I know.
Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs.
So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell? Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?
Someone else telling you what you're living for been knocking you down, now you're looking for more. The only sound you hear is a closing door been looking for peace but they're bringing you war.
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me, and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one, and I walk alone.
Some nights I stay up
Cashing in my bad luck
Some nights, I call it a draw
Some nights
I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here's what she said to me
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be