| Look at you | |
| You're the son of the neighborhood strays | |
| You can walk in your prison for days | |
| But you'll never get anywhere | |
| It's a pain | |
| But the shine on the edge of your blade | |
| Couldn't give all the waiting away | |
| You were recognized everywhere | |
| Turn away | |
| You are not just ashamed of yourself | |
| You're a part of the scenery,damned to hell | |
| Can't you see | |
| We are not going to play at your games | |
| We are not going to ask you for names | |
| Or for some of your history | |
| Did you know | |
| That your father said it's all wrong | |
| Just to keep it going along | |
| It's a part of our mystery | |
| It's our job, you see | |
| You'll agree | |
| There is no point in letting you go | |
| We can wait till the end of the show | |
| Till the audience fades away | |
| Turn around | |
| You can laugh at the mess in your room | |
| It's a nightmare that never can end for you | |
| Can't you see | |
| We are not going to play at your games | |
| We are not going to ask you for names | |
| Or for part of your history | |
| Did you know | |
| That your father said it's all wrong | |
| Just to keep it going along | |
| It's a part of our mystery | |
| It's our job you see | |
| You'll agree | |
| There is no point in letting you go | |
| We can wait till the end of the show | |
| Till the audience fades away | |
| Turn around | |
| You can laugh at the mess in your room | |
| It's a nightmare that never can end for you | |
| Can't you see | |
| We are not going to play at your games | |
| We are not going to ask you for names | |
| Or for part of your history | |
| Did you know | |
| That your father said it's all wrong | |
| Just to keep it going along | |
| It's a part of our mystery. | |
| (written by nazareth) | |
| All rights reserved. | |
| Reproduction prohibited |
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