In the middle
On the outside
There's a station
With a free ride
And in the middle
On the outside
There's an old drum
Banging a bold face lie
Fire from the devil
And you can't stand the level
Of the speakers in your head
When you're caught up in the middle
Stranger than a riddle
Of a cat without his fiddle
As he dies when he tries
To be loved or to belittle
Tick, tick, time
With a closed snake eye
To the stone carved men
Still living in the lie
Living in the lie...
Hard times,
The body of a bullet
War cries,
The cinematic bloodshed
Land-mines,
You're stepping on the truth
And all you found was you
Hard times,
The trigger pulling choices
War cries,
The vigilante voices
Land-mines,
You're stepping on the truth
And all you found was you
In the rat cage
On the outside
There's a single
With a B-Side
And in the rat cage
On the outside
There's a old stage
Bearing a bold face lie
Hard times,
The body of a bullet
War cries,
The cinematic bloodshed
Land-mines,
You're stepping on the truth
And all you found was you
Hard times,
The trigger pulling choices
War cries,
The vigilante voices
Land-mines,
You're stepping on the truth
And all you found was you
Locked down,
And singing in the suburbs
God found,
A cold blooded hunter
Unsound,
And looking for the truth
When all you found was you
Locked down,
The song is almost over
God found,
Their chipping off your shoulder
Unsound,
And looking for the truth
When all you found was you...
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Dancing Like a Dead Drunk Sailor