When the day began
He was dizzier than he could stand
Head spinning like the ceiling fan
Eggs frying in the frying pan
And he’s holding hands
With a girl who’s got another man
And everything’s a bit better
And everything’s a bit worse

She talks a lot
She’s got a lotta thoughts
About the world and how it’s caught
How some people should get got
And the tv’s never off
It sits on a soap box
Showing everything a little bit better
And everything’s a little bit worse

On tv they made the call
And there weren’t no talk involved
The tanks and trucks all stalled
So they bombed the shopping mall
And they bombed the capitol
Until they felt they’d bombed it all
So that everything could be a bit better
And everything could be a bit worse

When the shock wore off
They grabbed the keys and left the house
Bore the fruit of the land of doubt
With picket signs and a round about
And all we could talk about
Was listen up and shut your mouth
So everything can be a bit better
And everything can be a bit worse

There’ll come a day
When we won’t have enough to say
And our tweets will fall away
Save our stories for a rainy day
And when the feelings fade
We will look back and say
Everything was a little bit better
And everything was a little bit worse

Everything was a little bit better
And everything was a little bit worse.