Take It To Manhattan

Take it to Manhattan 'cause I don't want it

Sell it to someone who can't live without it

You made it for the masses, it passed unnoticed

Dead somewhere in Kansas

Now I've had it up to here with

I've had enough of all of these songs

Of self-imposed unhappiness

Say it for myself like I always wanted

Something to believe when you always doubted

That there was some logic, some line of reason

That brought us to this place

But now I've had it up to here with

I've, I've had enough of all of these songs

Of self-imposed unhappiness

Oh

Oh, oh now, oh now

I've had enough of all of these

Songs of self-imposed unhappiness

Songs of self-imposed unhappiness

Songs of self-imposed unhappiness

Songs of self-imposed unhappiness

Songs of self-imposed unhappiness (you did this to yourself)

Songs of self-imposed unhappiness (you did this to yourself)

Songs of self-imposed unhappiness (you did, you did, you did)

Songs of self-imposed unhappiness