You say anyone tells you,
I've got words you can't explain
It's all on behalf of you, there are things you can't contain.
We're all of the same feeling: useless are the ones to blame
We're terrified anyway.
Strike on feverish instinct, we've got troops you can't contain
Round up the hopelessly faithful,
cleaning up the social stains
We're all of the same feeling: useless are the ones to blame
We're terrified anyway.
