Oh pity us here we angels of lead. We're dead, we're sick hanging by thread. Get real. Get real. . You can't stop meaningful teenage cries. From deep behind fifty year old eyes.
Falling down! Falling down.. . Um bar dar day. Um bar dar day, bar doh. Um bar dar day. Um bar dar day, bar doh. . If I had a soul,. I would like to keep it free from evil.
What's happened to you? It's obvious you've changed. Something deep inside you is probably to blame. Must be lonely up there with your head up in the clouds.