The sanest days are mad
Why don’t you find out for yourself?
Then you’ll see the price very closely

Some men here
They have a special interest in your career
They want to help you to grow

And then siphon all your dough
Why don’t you find out for yourself?
Then you’ll see the glass hidden in the grass

You’ll never believe me
So why don’t you find out for yourself?
Sick down to my heart, that’s just the way it goes

Some men here
They know the full extent of your distress
They kneel and pray and they say

Long may it last
Why don’t you find out for youself?
Then you’ll see the glass hidden in the grass

Bad scenes come and go
For which you must allow
Sick down to my heart, that’s just the way it goes

Don’t rake up my mistakes
I know exactly what they are
And what do you do
Well, you sit there
I’ve been stabbed in the back
So many many times
I don’t have any skin
But that’s just the way it goes