Automotivo Bayside 2.0 - TOKYOPHILE & rai suzuya

Mr. Hughes, how are you? I know it's been a while But I've been dying, trying to capture A billion smiles People like us, we are Always misunderstood Though there's ups and downs the bad outshines the good Howard you're a 10, but I'm not sure this ends well Hold it close to your heart What ever happened to Howard Hughes? I guess life wasn't good to you You gave it all you got, and still they threw you out For being you Even with our success we're as good as dead Our worst critics were in our head Society don't accept me or you And all our friends agree People say we're done for We're liabilities But I brought property on the thin line between genius and insanity You wrote the books on brains and wealth, and looks Ahead of both our times Free thinkers only thrive in history books Howard you're a 10, but I'm not sure this ends well Hold it close to your heart What ever happened to Howard Hughes? I guess life wasn't good to you You gave it all you got, and still they threw you out For being you Even with our success we're as good as dead Our worst critics were in our head Society don't accept me or you And all our friends agree Howard, my dear Was it films and planes that made you this way? Howard, my dear They spoke and we're jokes Howard you're a 10, but I'm not sure this ends well Hold it close to your heart What ever happened to Howard Hughes? I guess life wasn't good to you You gave it all you got, and still they threw you out For being you Even with our success we're as good as dead Our worst critics were in our head Society don't accept me or you And all our friends agree

You say you're happy But you look so sad Did you think I would keep this bitter tongue Behind crooked teeth and angry gums? Now you're upset But you've gotta admit, it's catchy Not that I think you care But I don't feel right being here I'm not gonna make it after all I am the last of my kind Just a yank in southern battlefields Behind enemy lines And alone to find out how I wound up here Every mistake, a reason to run But a good soldier marches on Knowing the worst may be still yet to come You don't want to hear it When you could be wrong What's a house? A bed? A pillow? A shed? If you got no trust then you got no chance You've got problems And your bags are getting heavy Not that I think you care But I don't feel right being here I'm not gonna make it after all I am the last of my kind Just a yank in southern battlefields Behind enemy lines And alone to find out how I wound up here Every mistake, a reason to run But a good soldier marches on Knowing the worst may be still yet to come It was right before our eyes I am sorry but I had to write a song About how you were wrong I'm not even sure you were But dear, that's how I cope It's all I know Now we're both casualties in this And Every kiss and every word They were bullets spraying hazardly from lips I am the last of my kind Just a yank in southern battlefields Behind enemy lines And alone to find out how I wound up here Every mistake, a reason to run But a good soldier marches on Knowing the worst may be still yet to come And the worst may be still yet to come