We live our lives in private shells Ignore our senses and fool ourselves To thinking that out there that someone else cares Someone to answer all our prayers, all our prayers...
Are we too far gone, are we so irresponsible Have we lost our balls, or do we just not care We're terminal cases that keep talking medicine Pretending the end isn't quite that near We make futile gestures, act to the cameras With our made-up faces and our PR smiles And when the angel comes down, down to deliver us We'll find out that after all, we're only men of straw
But everything is still the same Passing the time and passing the blame We carry on in the same old way We'll find out we left it too late one day to say what we meant to say