The sinner cries With all his breath The runner never gets to rest The widow fights her loneliness The doctor says he’ll do his best
The remedy will promise cure The millionaire still needs his more The soldier keeps on fighting for Our plastic peace behind our doors
But hey! I get a million volts right into my brain All those ideals just add to the pain And fallen angels sing the refrain Hey! We passionate all learn to dance on the edge Some recommend a shot in the head I put all men's despair on my bread
It's up to you or down to me Hard-hearted man unlearned to be The lunatic showed up to see If he's still him eventually
Still I get sick from time to time As she still tends to loose her mind Yes, fortune's still hard to define Unwillingness sure waits in line
You love honesty as much as the lie Especially when honesty is a lie The human mind's a turner Turns out to turn wrong The ego's such a burner Burns our brains out strong