| Black hole, paradise found
|
| Something so dark and something so bright
|
| Blue skies over our head
|
| Why the hell is everything turning out gray now?
|
| All things are not what they seem
|
| The man behind the curtain is probably mean
|
| Deep six keeps the population down
|
| Broke and soaking wet, lost and floating around
|
| Keep your head down, keep your voice down
|
| Ooh, listen to the sound, all the races, all the faces
|
| They just might find a winner lying on the ground
|
| Learn to take it, try to shake it
|
| You can’t fake it now
|
| From the cradle you’ve been labeled
|
| About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground
|
| Blind luck stumbling into a tree
|
| Would’ve passed by if I could have seen
|
| Got no cares I never felt pressed
|
| I wonder what they’re getting for a pound of flesh?
|
| down now throwing a shoe
|
| Old dogs, new tricks something they can’t use
|
| Deep six keeps the population down
|
| Soaks wet and broke, lost and floating around
|
| Keep your head down, keep your voice down
|
| Oh, listen to the sound, all the races, all the faces
|
| They just might find a winner lying on the ground
|
| Learn to take it, try to shake it
|
| Can’t fake it now, now
|
| From the cradle you’ve been labeled
|
| About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground
|
| Black hole, paradise found
|
| Something so dark and something so bright
|
| Blue skies over our head
|
| Why the hell is everything turning out gray hair?
|
| All things are not what they seem
|
| The man behind the curtain is probably mean
|
| Deep six keeps the population down
|
| Broke and soaking wet, lost and floating around
|
| Keep your head down, keep your voice down
|
| Oh, listen to the sound, all the races, all the faces
|
| They just might find a winner lying on the ground
|
| Learn to take it,
|
| I can’t fake it now, now
|
| From the cradle you’ve been labeled
|
| About as stable as a drunk on shaky ground |