Good Grief (Live From Capitol Studios, Los Angeles)

So what would you little maniacs like to do first

Watching through my fingers

Watching through my fingers

Shut my eyes and count to ten

It goes in one ear out the other

One ear out the other

Burning bright right till the end

Now you'll be missing from the photographs

Missing from the photographs

In my thoughts you're far away

And you are whistling the melody

Whistling the melody

Crystallizing clear as day

Oh I can picture you so easily

Picture you so easily

What's gonna be left of the world if you're not in it

What's gonna be left of the world oh

Every minute and every hour

I miss you

I miss you more

Every stumble and each misfire

Caught off guard by your favorite song

Oh I'll be dancing at a funeral

Dancing at a funeral

Sleeping in the clothes you love

It's such a shame we had to see them burn

Shame we had to see them burn

If you want to be a party animal

You have to learn to live in the jungle

Now stop worrying and go get dressed

You might have to excuse me

I've lost control of all my senses

And you might have to excuse me

I've lost control of all my words

So get drunk

Call me a fool

Put me in my place

Put me in my place

Pick me up

Up off the floor

Cause every minute and every hour