All of my dreams end in the drain
I’m walking outside in the pouring rain
Colors flash, colors lie
Cars all pass me by The more you decipher and understand
Reality is a gun in your hand
Is it pointing at the bank or pointing at your head?
Don’t you want to try?
They’re getting up to go
But they don’t wanna know
All of my dreams now end in vain
It’s Friday night and I’m here again
All of my best friends are hecklers in the end
If I read every page in every book
Compassion is treasured and I am a crook
Crippled by my shame
And I’ve only myself to blame
Don’t you want to try?
They’re getting up to go
But they don’t wanna know
All of my dreams now end in vain
I know that I’m singing this song again
It’s boring
Once again
Alienation in all of my scenes
But I’m fighting with alienated means
Crippled by my shame
And I’ve only myself to blame
Don’t you want to try?
They’re getting up to go
But they don’t wanna know
No!