So Called Life || Bang bang bang! || I don't know if I'm a clown or a bitch | Or a lover or a snitch | What is it all about? || I don't know if I should try a little harder | Just go with the flow | And let it all hang out || I don't know if news is real | Is it fake? | Is it important? | Or a monumental waste of time || I'm just shooting in the dark | Bang! || Can you help me navigate through the space | That are love and that are hate? | That is my so-called life | Can you tell me how I'm supposed to behave? | Cos the rules are confusing | And they're changing all the time | Do you think that I should follow all my dreams? | And pick realistically | And throw the rest of them in to the fire | I'm just shooting in the dark || Yeh | Welcome to my so-called life | It's such a lie | Nothing like a smooth-sailing walk in the park | Trip over every stone | Lying in the road || I'm just shooting in the dark | Bang! || Is it best to be a relaxed meditator | Or an overcomplicator | With a tendency to freak | After laying all my cards on the table | I go over conversations | Ruminating for about a week || Why do I find some people | So intimidating | And in certain situations | Why do I talk so much | I'm just shooting in the dark || I don't where I stand | Or even who I am | But maybe that's ok | Bang ||