A string of sequels that play every weekend On the walls of a dive bar Starring you and all your shy friends Waiting for a tap on the shoulder From a perfect stranger With a voice that could coax Jesus out of the manger Someone pick me up, get me out of here Clear out the smoke and break all of the mirrors I don’t need any prayers or any crystal balls Now the credits roll, everyone’s back home alone A necessary evil for such selfish people How could you learn any lessons Over drinks in a delicatessen Might feel great for a second But growing up’s not always pleasant Someone pick me up, get me out of here Clear out the smoke and break all of the mirrors I don’t need any prayers or any crystal balls I just want to find my voice once and for all