| Joey died | |
| And nothing has changed | |
| The streets corners | |
| Are still the same | |
| I guess he still | |
| Lives in my head | |
| When it's time | |
| To share the bread | |
| Still got holes | |
| On my knees | |
| But I won't | |
| Buy the figurine | |
| Yeah it's kind off | |
| Sad to see | |
| You in a box | |
| Wrapped and sealed | |
| Who cares after all? | |
| About the rise | |
| And the fall | |
| Makes the papers for one day | |
| Not for what you had to say | |
| Who cares after all? | |
| Another flyer | |
| On the wall | |
| All the names have been washed out | |
| All the ones we care about | |
| Seen it, been there, done that!! | |
| When I am mad | |
| When I see red | |
| I refer to what | |
| Iggy says | |
| I want to find | |
| Myself in you | |
| You wanna find | |
| Yourself too | |
| Who cares after all? | |
| Win the race | |
| Or drop the ball | |
| If I make a silly face | |
| Is it really what it takes? | |
| Who cares after all? | |
| About the records on the wall | |
| And the tattoos on your skin | |
| Be the one you've never been | |
| Yeah Seen it, been there, done that!! |