I'm lying on my bed, I'm listening to the police sirens Sounds like lullabies in the soft twilight Had a job in the club, but I wasn't making me much money Fighting off the gods and monsters every night Now I've bruises on all my illusions Bruises on all of my dreams Playing all the games, taking all the names they call me (call me) Just another lost soul alone in the city at night Don't have any money and have nothing to sell but my soul now (soul now) But the pain reminds me that I'm still up for the fight When every day is coloured in Soviet greys of sorrow (sorrow) I'll hold on to my blues 'cause they'll only come back tomorrow Now I've bruises on all my illusions Bruises on all of my dreams Gotta wake up, get out of my bed, and get out now Dressing to look my best or I'm not going far I've learned by now the world's not gonna give me a living Got a movie going on in my head where I'm the star Now I've bruises on all my illusions Bruises on all of my dreams But time will heal all of my bruises And dreams can become reality (Bruises) (Bruises) Bruises on all my illusions Bruises on all my illusions But I just didn't make the final cut It starts with a yes but ends with a but Sometimes I've wondered just what is the point of living? (living) So here I am, lying on my bed, getting lost in my dream And now those sirens feel like they're coming for me And now those sirens feel like they're coming for me And now those sirens feel like they're coming for me Now I've bruises on all my illusions Bruises on all of my dreams But time will heal all of my bruises All my dreams can become reality

We are the people, one and all From deliverance to the fall From the battle and the heat To our triumph and defeat We are the young ones crying out Full of anger, full of doubt And we're breaking all of the rules Never choosing to be fools We are tired of being used We are constantly excused In the battle and the heat In the shadow of retreat We are the young ones crying out Full of anger, full of doubt And we're breaking all of the rules Never choosing to be fools We are the people one and all From deliverance to the fall From the bitter to the brave From the cradle to the grave We are the young ones crying out Full of anger, full of doubt And we're breaking all of the rules Never choosing to be fools