A prisoner of my paradox Heaven or hell Pacing up and down my cage It's too soon to tell What a suffocating state to be
Working class heroes Mean nothing to me I'm a working class zero Chained to the tree of life A dangerous thing to be
And now the baby needs to grow But the mother is crazy
What lies behind the mask Behind the wave and the smile Your appearance is deceptive Sweet crocodile What a fascinating thing to see
Revealing all your secrets You'd better beware Revealing all your secrets You wouldn't dare Reveal yourself to me Would you?
It must have been like this before But my memory's hazy
So I'll stand in line With all the desperados There's hope for me For some the story's different They'll stand in line They'll bide their time Waiting for a sign Counting out the time
Clever, clever creatures Death in your kiss Playing with the future In innocent bliss What a suffocating state to be But what a fascinating thing to see
She said, she said, "I know what it's like to be dead I know what it is to be sad. I know what it's like to be dead"