Why Don't You Find Out For Yourself
The sanest days are madwhy don't you find out for yourselfthen you'll see the pricevery closely
some men herethey have a special interestin your careerthey wanna help you to growthen syphon all your doughwhy don't you find out for yourselfthen you'll see the glasshidden in the grassyou'll never believe me, sowhy don't you find out for yourselfsick down to my heartthat's just the way it goes
some men herethey know the full extent ofyour distressthey kneel and prayand they say:"long may it last"why don't you find out for yourselfthen you'll see the glasshidden in the grassbad scenes come and gofor which you must allowsick down to my heartthat's just the way it goes
Don't rake up my mistakesI know exactly what they areand...what do you do?well...you just sit thereI've been stabbed in the backso many many timesI don't have any skinbut that's just the way it goes