I've been smokin' on the air that you've been givin' me; It's all okay to you to me it's an atrocity; As you add on another loop onto my noose, I lose all sense of what is abuse! 'Cause it's always been a bone of contention! This game of 'What it is that I've done for you?' I've given you everything for nothing in return; And I'm so tired of bleeding for the respect that I've earned Because no! Nobody knows! Nobody knows! Because nobody knows anything! I don't know how much generosity that I can take; Until I leave a trail of bodies lying in my wake; How many times do I lose my mind 'til I realize; Give me the high hat and you think that i should compromise? 'Cause it's always been a bone of contention! This game of 'What it is that I've done for you?' I've given you everything for nothing in return; And I'm so tired of bleeding for the respect that I've earned! Because no! Nobody knows! Nobody knows! Because nobody knows anything! Anything... No! Nobody knows! Nobody knows! Because nobody knows anything! (Guitar solo) Because no! Nobody knows! Nobody knows! Because nobody knows anything! Anything... No! Nobody knows! Nobody knows! Because nobody knows anything!

There's something in the air There's something on the wire There's something in the way I'm seeing That keeps me satisfied You've got it in my head Stars up, you've got it in my eye Somehow in the dark You've found me and brought me to the light And it feels like love It feels like love And it won't be enough But it feels like Like you might be the death of me Like you might be the death of me It's not like me to fall It's really not my style It's not like me to be so foolish I haven't in a while Cause it's something that you did Is it something in my mind I don't know what it is That's got me, so beautifully blind And it feels like love It feels like love And it won't be enough But it feels like Like you might be the death of me You might be the death of me Like you might be the death of me Like you might be the death of me Like you might be the death of me

Oh, brothers down Taking a ride in the big black van I prayed and the mother sang Will you open your eyes, is the world insane? Front page, oh what a shame Emptied a mag in the middle of the game Our stains on the newstands Like a photograph in the killers hand Oh our sons are dying does someone know why? All the tears are falling from the blind eye Whats its worth? Forget your love for money Oh that curse will win and run you someday And I still, have a hold I still have a hope, a hope for tomorrow Oh, sisters down Laying a rose on her older brother Young soul as good as gold I hear that boy was an up and comer We prayed as the mother sang Will you open your eyes, is the world insane? Their faces all the same Fading away with forgotten names Oh our sons are dying does someone know why? All the tears are falling from the blind eye Whats its worth? Forget your love for money Oh that curse will win and run you someday And I still, have a hold I still have a hope, a hope for tomorrow And I'm still hanging on, I'm still hanging on to yesterday But I still, have a hold I still have a hope A hope for tomorrow