People I know, places I go,
make me feel tongue tied.
I can see how people look down,
they’re on the inside.

Here’s where the story ends.

People I see, weary of me, showing their good side,
and I can see how people look down.
I’m on the outside.

Here’s where the story ends,
Oh, here’s where the story ends.

It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year,
which makes my eyes feel sore.
And I never should of said,
the books that you read were all I loved you for.

It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year,
which makes me wonder why.
It’s the memorys of the shed,
that made me turn red.
Surprise, surprise, surprise.

Crazy I know, places I go,
make me feel so tired.
And I can see how people look down,
I’m on the outside.

Here’s where the story ends,
Oh, here’s where the story ends.

It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year,
which makes my eyes feel sore.
And who ever would of thought,
the books that you bought where all I loved you for?

And the devil never said, go down to the shed.
I know where I belong.
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
was wrong, was wrong, was wrong.

It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year,
which makes me smile inside.
So I’ll cynically, cynically say
the world is that way.
surprise, surprise, surprise.

Oh, here’s where the story ends,
Ooh, here is where the story ends.