Strapped down in corners
Never gonna slip your mind
Put the pencil to the paper
And draw black lines
Which you ingest
without thinking twice
You spit it out
To justify that night
Keep singing sad songs
To stir up the crowd
The children are watching
And they wonder why
Keepsakes of a death wish
Are up for grabs
Fuming over nothing
And they wonder why
They wonder why
Oh son, I wish I could say
Oh dear, I hoped it wouldn't be this way
I don't think that this will ever change

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN