And the wise man said I don’t want to hear your voice And the thin man said I don’t want to hear your voiceAnd they’re cursing…
It’s time to go roundA one man showdownTeach us how to fail
We’re off the streets nowAnd back on the roadOn the riot trail
And this life too crazy to think logicallyHere’s something that you could use in analogyMy life is like a child’s illusions become reality
Toe to toe Dancing very close Barely breathing Almost comatose Wall to wall People hypnotised And they’re stepping lightly Hang each night in Rapture
I wanna see it painted, painted blackBlack as night, black as coalI wanna see the sun blotted out from the skyI wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black