It's a bit like a trip, but you hit it with a slip of a tongue, like a whip, and we're sinking, it ain't cool to be cool, though you may think it a laudable
one seems responsible Scapegoat to rock the boat, yeah, we need someone expendable Volunteers to face the fears, can we be sensible And find a way to break the fall
I've walked the distance, I paid my dues and tried to have a go at what I thought I knew was real, held no appeal I've been to places, I've seen the
Fatal velocity, comes on with a rush, overpowering, gives the final push What never moves, is never still, who has the final word It holds the world
its grace They say it's just a matter of time and place A man may be less than an animal The antichrist write up the honor roll The tightrope walker take the final fall
behind my naivete of youth? Will I be crucified for wanting to believe? I believe And if we don't worry about a thing Will we be sorry when the rain is falling
thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah feed the rain Cos without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust
I'd stay the hand of god, but the war is on your lips How can I brace myself for razor blades on whips When everything with meaning is shattered, broken
