I see houses, rows and rows of red bricks I see black cars, some blood-stained exit
I got a feeling that you, I've been in here before How many lives will you waste, how many tears must you taste Before your freedom, ah-ah-ah, before your freedom, ah-ah-ah
I see mountains, blood-red sunsets I see a billion stars, love deafened and betrayed
I got a feeling that you, I've been in here before How many lives will you waste, how many tears must you taste Before your freedom, ah-ah-ah, before your freedom, ah-ah-ah
Don't be late, don't be late, don't be late, don't be late Late, don't be late, don't be late
I got a feeling that you, I've been in here before How many lives will you waste, how many tears must you taste Before your freedom, ah-ah-ah I got a feeling that you, I've been in here before How many lives will you waste, how many blood must you taste Before your freedom, oh
It's just this murder, trouble and strife turning me into another guy It's just murder, trouble and strife turning me into another guy, oh Don't be late, don't be late, don't be late when I call you up