We paint this town in shades of gray. And the walls look high. 'Til you step away. Ain't it funny how you can look around. And never see the truth. 'Til it knocks you down.
Anger shakes the house of cards. Loving cup upon the bars. We bend the truth to help us through the night. Tempers thrown against the wall. Shattered like an empty glass.
Wise men say there are the facts of life. What ya can't read, you gotta write. What you don't know can hurt you. Welcome to the Wasteland. . Haild Mary, hear me now.