A wave is like a zap, Brat! Master the attack
The problem that I see in you is that you don’t know how to act, hack
Carving familiar sculptures out of abundant materials –
There’s butter on your toast every morning with your cereal
Predictable patterns shatter any mystique –
Today a superstar; what about next week?
What ‘you gonna do? Who’ll do the loudest speaking?
Will you move fast enough? An’ are your wave lengths peaking?
Will you show up on time with a smile no matter what?
Will you rather quit, throw the towel or hang it up?
It’s time we all realize we’re everything we have –
Each other and our memories can all be torn in half
Aw yeah
Aw, torn in half

Bones and broken stereos it’s just matter of perspective
We can tear is other up or we can ask for suggestions
I say, bones and broken stereos – it’s all in how you see things
We can tear each other up or we can concentrate on our breathing

This storm could be a warning or it could mean nothing
But today is not a day unless you learn a little something
No one know everything – Perhaps we don’t know anything
Are the kid the only hope? It’s like this every generation
Pollution in the constitution; main attraction –
Just beyond the gate of gold grows the grass of passion
It’s always taller through the unknown hallways
An’ if you know the right folks then even workin’ at the mall pays
Will I remember what I say or what I write?
Am I lying to myself when I say “I’m all right”?
Come to think of it I remember what I have –
Each other and our memories call all be torn in half
Aw yeah
Aw, torn in half

Bones and broken stereos it’s just matter of perspective
We can tear is other up or we can ask for suggestions
Aw, bones and broken stereos – it’s all in how you see things
We can tear each other up or we can concentrate on our breathing
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos

Sydney, London, Paris, Chicago an’ all they back to Heaven
Now, it’s like we have our standards set all the way to eleven
Walk on the Earth – Feel its hills and its motion
I’m overcome with thoughts – Got chills – These emotions
What is real? What are only illusions?
Mass appeal, validation, confusion
Oh, I’m confused

Bones and broken stereos it’s just matter of perspective
We can tear is other up or we can ask for suggestions
I say, bones and broken stereos – it’s all in how you see things
We can tear each other up or we can concentrate on our breathing
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos
Bones and broken stereos