Live's all in vain
You drive a dead end street
It's like beating your head against a wall
They shout about freedom
And blead for weak and poor
Next moment you've buried the all
No sign of leaving the long, long way
The way of anguish and our doubt
Lack of fellows you think you're doing it
Okay
Until the oscythe gets us all.
Making us fool but dreams nave got to
End so I just want to be no clown
Make them feel higher
As leaders of the pack
But the devil will stop you, son of a jack!
No sign of leaving . . .
Solo
Live's all in vain
You drive a dead end street
It's like beating your head against a wall
They shout about freedoms
And blead for weak and poor
Next moment you're buried the all
No sign of leaving . . .