All the latest toughs,
You've got to shrug them off or shut them off.
With ten-thousand-time-told truths,
You've still got to ask for proof.
Ask for proof.

Because if you're dying to be led
They'll lead you up the hill in chains to their popular refrains
And then your slaughter's been arranged, my little lamb,
And it's much too late to talk the knife out of their hands.

Well, I woke up on a foggy morning.
Hiding from the sun, he was hiding from the sun.
But it came out and it shot its rays down.
Burning everyone, it was burning everyone.
But they're dying anyway, to turn to ash,
To feel their feelings flash and finally fade away,
In a fabulous and fiery display.

Look, though, I don't know what notes you want to hear played,
I can't think what lines you'd like me to sing or say,
Not sure what subjects you want mentioned.
So pause and add your own intentions.
So pause add your own,
Just pause and add our own
Let's pause and add our own intentions, right here

We were hiding from the sun.
All the latest toughs,
Well, we have seen that stuff,
We have seen enough blood in dying coughs,
Which means that we have lost.
We have lost

But if you're crying to be tossed
They'll toss you down the oubliette with all the old things
That you let yourself forget
Because you'd like to love a star
Who'd throw you down below the ground he thinks you are.