I once saw silver linings
now I only see clouds
Where once I had a thousand friends
now got a crowd
I used to say that everything
will work out in the end
but to the beaten and heartbroken ones
you just can't pretend

Where once I had an open heart
now I close it like a fort
With great stone walls and archers poised
and a guard at every door
And if a stranger should come knocking
on a cold and lampless night
with a cloak and dagger close at hand
I'll be safe inside.

Here's three cheers for the beaten
Three cheers for the broke
Here's three cheers for the wind-blown ones
at the bottom of that rope
Here's three cheers for those
cannot say the glass is half full
Here's three cheers if you can't count sheep
and you end up counting wolves

The birds are singin' in the trees
but little do they know
the very limbs they stand upon
will be buried in the snow
And the wavin trees and buzzin bees
and flowers pink and red
will all turn grey and all fall down
when summer ends

All that's good and right I've seen
you could balance on a knife
You may call it cynical
but I just call it life
And those few with golden souls
will be trampled in the ground
under the boots of those marchin fools
who always run this town

Here's three cheers for the beaten
Three cheers for the broke
Here's three cheers for the wind blown ones
at the bottom of that rope
Here's three cheers for those
cannot say the glass is half full
Here's three cheers if you can't count sheep
and you end up counting wolves

Is there nobody out there to lift
the curse upon this place
for sake of all us rats down here
circling a maze?
If a message in a bottle
then I'd send it off in haste
in a rocket at the speed of sound bound
for outer space!