Hurry up and sound the charge The moment's arrived to reap the fruit of change To drive out all the good old days The variety show you still draw hope from You white-wash all in self-control But your eyes are giving you away
If it's reason against wine I'll choose the wine The gloomy smile the sweet denial If it's mirage against no meaning Like I think it is I'll be a child of entertainment
I drove all night to be with you I ask how you are, but you don't answer Why are you so influenced? What makes you think that you've done something wrong? You white-wash all in self-control But your eyes are giving you away
I'll be a deadman walking I'll be a deadman walking I'll be a deadman walking I'll be a child of entertainment
