Have you heard the news
Bad things come in twos
But I never knew
Bout the little things
Every single day
Things get in my way
Someone has to pay
For the little things
And I'm through with the stories
And I'm sick to my shoes
And the walking and the talking
It's got nothing to do with
The final solution
It's a box full of tricks
And I'm through with repairs
When there's nothing to fix
When there's nothing to fix
When there's nothing to fix
And it all comes down to you
Let the headlines wait
Armies hesitate
I can deal with fate
But not the little things
Armageddon may
Arrive any day
I can't get away
From the little things
With a pile of cares
And a bucket of tears
I could look at the sunlight
And I feel no fear
With a mountain of maybes
And some Icarus wings
And I'm armed with delusions
And one little thing,
And that one little thing
And that one little thing
And it all comes down to you
Have you heard the news
Bad things come in twos
But I never knew
Bout the little things
Every single day
Things get in my way
Someone has to pay
For the little things