Hanging around, wasting the day
nothing to do, not much to say
waiting for something, some things never change
you won´t escape when the jail´s in your head
the tv-station has to make money, too
and in these days old heroes die off soon
now it´s too late, he refused to wait
to hide his fear, to controll his hate
To control his hate
ain´t a big thing to kill a man
loading, aiming, shooting, BANG
they told him killing would be cruel
an he replied: "i thought it´s cool"
Some might say it´s cause of loss of faith
that´s an easy way through his maze
those who are judges now,
who declare that he´s mad
were the ones who built the jail in his head
