Burn, Burn, Burn the paper screamed out loud. Die, Die, Die, sang the voices in the crowd. Lock him up and throw him in a cell. He didn't really do it and you know full well.
All these posers keep you awake. I guess I'm just too tired to sleep. And God only knows I'm too lost to cry. Kissing last has kept me true. I'll fall (hold me tight).
The backroom boys are playin real hard. Theres a lot of money rollin on the next card. Some are goin up, some are goin down. Somell never make it to the next round.
Heard it said it's a stupid thing. Everything that I follow through. Never got to our God, you see. Abandoned with the taste of the new, new, new. . And every time that whistle blows.