Run, but don’t be scared to look behind
Stop, don’t wait too long make up your mind
The end is almost here, the sky, the air so nice and clear
The sound of dirt decay, and the ringing in the air
is the screen-debris of yesterday
There, now that you know
it’s not so bad
See, the good things soon flow proximad
So few tried to enhance,
we don’t deserve a second chance
Just laugh yourself away,
and kiss your ass goodbye with a shadowed dream of yesterday
Yesterday, the good old days
Yesterday, the way we used to play
Yesterday, it just got worse and worse
Yesterday, the future has been rehearsed
Yesterday, the future has been rehearsed

I’m tired of this city, all this toil and strife.
Trying to cross the boulevard, playing Frogger with my life.
Frogger with my life.
I’m tired of this city, all this toil and strife.
Trying to cross the boulevard, playing Frogger with my life.
Frogger with my life.
Frogger with my life.
Frogger with my life.

I refuse to abuse what is fine to diffuse
but it’s there and it’s happening to me along the way
As we go through the snow we cannot forget our foes
But the dinner’s always waiting at the table along the way
What you see, not for me, isn’t what you plan to be
but you’ll have what you wanted in the end along the way
And we’ll try as we cry and our brothers pass us by
to be strong through the ages of our tears along the way
Now we grow as we show that the morals
we must know can be shapen and mistaken by the falls along the way
But regret, don’t forget, to find love and happiness unless you’re willing to be strong when they’re gone along the way
My Tommy you are free and you will not follow me but we’ll see each other once more on the path along the way
My Tommy you are free and you will not follow me but we’ll see each other once more on the path along the way

Like a morning crow and his unwelcome song
Or a worn-out broken record that keeps skipping along
Mountains of instructions you keep piling on me
Resound like a cacophonous symphony
But I don’t wanna hear it anymore
Priests and politicians pretend they’re your friend
And police speak to you like you’re a child again
Blanket statements cover you like a rug
And thet tell me maybe I’m acting a little too smug
But I don’t wanna hear it anymore
Every day we hear the secrets of life
Reduced to cheap jokes, poetry, and friendly advice
They’d rather see us all pusillanimous
Absorbent in their chorus of correctness
But I don’t wanna hear it anymore
But I don’t wanna hear it anymore

When everybody dies around you
From someone elses gun
It makes you really stop and think
About the years to come
Something good has gotta happen
To the human race
We all had better stop hoping
And set our heads on straight
You gotta Turn over a new leaf
Because that old one is turning on you
You gotta turn over a new leaf
Its the futures only hope or we are through
Today is over, it’s already shot
So we can’t think about ourselves
If we find worth in our nature
Then saving that can only help
Start filling up your pockets
With things you really only need
Save life and earth and water
There can’t be any other deed
There can’t be any other deed

Here inside this quiet room there’s direction
Outside in the sultry noon-time reflection
A million scurry they are looking for advice
None willing to lend charity just exercise their
Shades of Truth, and partisan convention
Shades of Truth between dispirate lines
Shades of Truth interpret my intentions
You don’t know I’m alright
Who authored the blueprints and made us captains?
Someone proclaimed creation, people listened
While children by the millions are thrown into this zoo
The so-called gift of clarity!
Oh what was God up to?
Shades of Truth, and lenient conventions
Shades of Truth, between dispirate lines
Shades of Truth interpret my intentions
You don’t know I’m alright
So many walking paralell and pull their blinders tight
So few offer apology and accept others rights
And nothing absolutely can be cherished in the end
Can’t we all accept that it will all happen again?
Just partisan convention
Shades of Truth between dispirate lines
Shades of Truth interpret my intentions
You don’t know I’m alright
You don’t know I’m alright

England seemed like such a beautiful place from afar
Until one day I went and saw how miserabely how things really are
All Fantastic Images they only are apparent
Propagated just by hope and desire to share it
Beauty was the allure that brought me close to you
Loneliness was the bond that made me stick like glue
All Fantastic Images they only are apparent
Promoted by desperate hope that things are somewhere better
I don’t have a thing against fantasy
But to chase it down just don’t make sense to me
If you’re only hope is simply peace and love
You end up discarding most of what you’re made of
All Fantastic Images they only are apparent
Promoted by desperate hope
And the need to share it
And the need to share it

Congress runs your daily life but they brainwash you so you think it’s freedom

We’ve had a war every twenty years they make you think we really need ‘em

And we’re all just slaves under stricter masters

You’re brought up thinking it’s bad to live in any country except this one

And when you grow into a man you realize it ain’t so much fun

We’re in a country of democracy, it’s supposed to be the best on the globe

Living’s expensive, it ain’t too fun unless you fit in the high-class mode

And we’re all just slaves under stricter masters
And we’re all just slaves under stricter masters

Heard a word, suicide,
Not from one, but from thousands that tried.
The lawyer’s wife and the teenage brat,
one thing in common, they all wanted out.
And it’s plain to see.
It goes for you and it goes for me,
and all the screwed up little girls and boys
all thrown in without a choice.
But I heard him say,
“I want out,
No complaints and no doubts, just a chance to go on.”
I heard a word, suicide,
And not from one, but from thousands that died.
Want some attention and a little less regret, a teenage fluff, little threat.
And there are those, there are those who think
that drastic actions will make them unique.
It’s really all the same,
that no one’s happy and nobody’s to blame.
And the moral to this story is old.
It’s quite taboo, seldom told.
The seed is reaped before it’s sown,
a bad choice was never resolved.
a bad choice was never resolved.

You have got your stranglers and prowlers in soft shoes. Furniture makers,
carpenters too
Bombers and commandos, all with some lost cause
Disgruntled workers, immersed in “veritás”
But stealthily, in the land of the free, he’s lurking there
Most are unaware of
The biggest killer in American history
And god shed his grace on thee
Business institutions universites
Both are quite the circus where the killer wants his way
I think of Edward Teller and his moribund reprise
Then I look to Nevada and I can’t believe my eyes
It’s time for hime to die!
Most cannot remeber minutia learned in school
It’s not there on the blackboard, it’s what they don’t tell you
We have got a problem, it starts and ends right here
It can be defeated but you’ve got to face your fear
We’ll join and unite and steady our sight
Then we’ll put it right `cuz it’s time to fight
The biggest killer in American history
And god shed his grace on thee
And god shed his grace on thee