Lead Balloon کے بول

Its a sad day when it comes to this but a free man is a happier man walk home and reminisce you were the highlight of the party my head feels like a lead balloon I've got little to no memory I blame myself and so do you in the wee hours of the morning stuck in traffic or still in bed but we don't eat but they can't hear us take no prisoners leave no traces one day we'll be laughing loudly mad man with a nervous twitch you'll find love in a cemetery young girl no more soul half of her family stumbled on something gold is it IQ is a metaphor dab hand at a million things but you know what you're good for (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I know what I'm looking for)