ChorusWhat A SceneThere's The BloodThere’s The Blood On The FloorOn The FloorAnd On The BedOn The Bed Through The DoorThrough The Door, Twenty-Four, Twenty-Four, Twenty-FourFeel Like That's The Year I Didn't Care AnymoreVerse 1I’ve Felt BetterIt Has To Be This WeatherOr Could It Be We PutThe Whole World Through The Shredder?Chasing Up, Making Up Time That We Never HadYoungsters Should Plan AheadThat Or They're Good As DeadInterlude(Shoo-Doo-Dah-Doot-Doo)(Shoo-Doo-Dah-Doot-Doo)(Hey!)(Shoo-Doo-Dah-Doot-Doo)(Shoo-Doo-Dah-Doot-Doo)ChorusWhat A SceneThere's The BloodThere’s The Blood On The FloorOn The FloorAnd On The BedOn The Bed Through The DoorThrough The Door, Twenty-Four, Twenty-Four, Twenty-FourFeel Like That's The Year I Didn't Care AnymoreVerse 2Don't Need A ReasonYou See It In The SeasonsThe Rising Of The OceanThe Rise In The Degrees AndMars Ain't The Answer, We’reAll Getting Cancer, We’reAll Hurting Others, OurMothers And BrothersChorusWhat's The Point?What’s The Point?All The Moves Have Been PlayedEveryone Has A SeatTo The End Of The DaysTwenty-Four, Twenty-Four, Twenty-Four, Twenty-FourTime May Be FakeBut We Don't Have Any MoreInterlude(Shoo-Doo-Dah-Doot-Doo)(Shoo-Doo-Dah-Doot-Doo)(Hey!)(Shoo-Doo-Dah-Doot-Doo)(Shoo-Doo-Dah-Doot-Doo)BridgeI Hate To Be So CynicalTo Break Your HeartTo Steal Your SoulBut As Long As Nobody's ListeningThis Fate Of Ours Is WorseningI Hate To Be So CynicalTo Break Your HeartTo Steal Your SoulBut As Long As Nobody's ListeningThis Fate Of Ours Is WorseningChorusWhat A SceneThere's The BloodThere’s The Blood On The FloorOn The FloorAnd On The BedOn The Bed Through The DoorThrough The Door, Twenty-Four, Twenty-Four, Twenty-FourFeel Like That's The Year I Didn't Care AnymoreWhat's The Point?What’s The Point?All The Moves Have Been PlayedEveryone Has A SeatTo The End Of The DaysTwenty-Four, Twenty-Four, Twenty-Four, Twenty-FourTime May Be FakeBut We Don't Have Any More
