I'll Be Your Host

Pin a pink ribbon on to join the pain brigade
Our numbers are impressive, I'm afraid
We know the end of every story
Either one way or the other
There's no fun in guessing
There's no fun at all
I'll be your host
I'll be your host
Against my will
Pin a black ribbon on, we're the mourning campaign
I didn't ask to lead this party, I explain
I'll float through your city, with my blinders up
It's not what I would have chosen
It's not what I want at all
I 'm a shell of my former self
Can you tell when I'm panicking?
I'm a shell of my former self
Can you tell when I'm babbling?
I'll be your host
I'll be your host
Against my will
Against my will
At what point, is enough enough?
I don't want this role, I give it up
But that's not enough
I'll be your host
I'll be your host
Against my will
Against my will