One, two, three



Somebody's screaming

Looking at the ceiling, oh



Everything's so funny

I don't have any money, oh



People don't even know me

But they know how to show me, oh



Why can't you be nicer to me?



My pride is dying

I think I'm all done lying, oh



Nobody's sharing

So I stop caring, oh



All alone and walking

Nobody's talking, oh, hey



Why can't you be nicer to me?



Well the wind is blowing

Where am I going, oh?



Off a bridge and falling

Nobody's calling, oh



On the ground and laying

Nobody's praying, oh



Why can't you be nicer to me?