[Intro] [Broken speaker crackle] [Deep distorted synth bass pulse] [Cheerful but slightly detuned carnival keyboard] [Crooked offbeat guitar groove] [Male voice, amused and almost laughing] Well, here we go again... [Verse 1] [Half-spoken sarcastic male baritone] [Dry intimate vocal, restrained instrumentation] Grinning wide like a fool in the spotlight, My teeth are all shiny, but gaze? Pure midnight. Crowd thinks I'm winning, laughing through the parade, While inside, it's a storm, yeah just a masquerade. [Pre-Chorus] [Low bass grows heavier] [Drums begin building] All that I dream, it twists into gloom, All that I do, blooms in a tomb, All that I touch, fades to a hue, Blue, baby, blue — ain't that the truth? [Chorus] [Explosive folk-punk drums] [Crunchy distorted guitars] [Deep saturated bass] [Passionate shouted vocals] [Raw gang backing vocals] What should I do? Do, do! Keep on smiling, fool, what else I knew? Paint that grin, hide the wreck, Eyes like windows to a sinking deck. All turns blue, blue, blue, every damn time, Sarcasm's my shield in this rhyme. What should I do? Yeah, keep faking it through, 'Cause the truth? Nobody wants to push through. [Instrumental Break] [Crooked offbeat guitar] [Distorted bass riff] [Broken carnival keyboard melody] [Drums stumble and recover] [Verse 2] [Almost cheerful sarcastic delivery] [Rhythm becomes more playful but bass remains menacing] Pose for the pictures, wave like a star, But stare too close and you'll see the scar. Friends pat my back, say "You're doing so fine," If they only knew, I'd buy them a line. [Pre-Chorus] [Voice gradually becomes more intense] [Low distorted bass and rising drums] All that I dream, dissolves in the rain, All that I do, echoes with pain, All that I touch, withers to you-know-what, Blue as the darkness, same old roundabout. [Chorus] [Full band explosion] [Raw shouted lead vocal] [Gang vocals answering the lead] [Unrestrained drums and distorted guitars] What should I do? Do, do! Keep on smiling, fool, what else I knew? Paint that grin, hide the wreck, Eyes like windows to a sinking deck. All turns blue, blue, blue, every damn time, Sarcasm's my shield in this rhyme. What should I do? Yeah, keep faking it through, 'Cause the truth? Nobody wants to push through. [Bridge] [Sudden instrumental breakdown] [Only deep bass pulse and broken keyboard] [Voice becomes quieter, less theatrical] What should I do? Do, do-do... [Gradually building tension] [Voice becomes increasingly desperate] Keep on smiling... Keep on smiling... [Final Chorus] [Explosive distorted guitars] [Drums pounding] [Lead vocal almost screaming] [Backing voices shouting BLUE!] What should I do? Do, do! Keep on smiling, fool, what else is new? New, new... [Sudden stop] [Almost whispered, exhausted male voice] Everything turns blue... [Outro] [Broken speaker crackle] [One last detuned carnival keyboard note] [Deep bass fades into silence]
