| Well we dance without our shoes | 
| But there’s glass around our feet | 
| And we’d walk around the town | 
| But we’re allergic to concrete | 
| We’d be stuffed to the gills | 
| But there’s nothing here to eat | 
| No, there’s nothing here to eat | 
| No, there’s nothing here to eat | 
| Oh, well we’d love to rest our eyes | 
| But we hear the floor boards creek | 
| So, we lie with one eye open and | 
| Clutch knives between the sheets | 
| If there’s no rest for the wicked | 
| Well, then we’ll never get no sleep | 
| We’ll never get no sleep | 
| No, we’ll never get no sleep | 
| Oh, no… | 
| Cause we’re banging our head’s against brick walls | 
| And the walls are hard and our head’s are soft | 
| It’s a painful way to get attention | 
| It’s a painful way to get attention | 
| We’re banging our head’s against brick walls | 
| And the walls are hard and our head’s are soft | 
| It’s a painful way to get attention | 
| It’s a painful way to get attention | 
| We’re banging our head’s against brick walls | 
| And the walls are hard and our head’s are soft | 
| It’s a painful way to get attention | 
| It’s a painful way to get attention | 
| We’re banging our head’s against brick walls | 
| And the walls are hard and our head’s are soft | 
| It’s a painful way to get attention | 
| It’s a painful way to get attention | 
| We’re banging our head’s against brick walls | 
| And the walls are hard and our head’s are soft | 
| It’s a painful way to get attention | 
| It’s a painful way to get attention | 
| We’re banging our head’s against brick walls | 
| And the walls are hard and our head’s are soft | 
| It’s a painful way to get attention | 
| It’s a painful way to get attention, no |