The sanest days are mad
Why dont you find out for yourself ?
Then you’ll see the price
Very closely
Some men here
They have a special interest
In your career
They wanna help you to grow
And then syphon all your dough
Why dont you find out for yourself ?
Then you’ll see the glass
Hidden in the grass
You’ll never believe me, so
Why dont you find out for yourself ?
Sick down to my heart
Thats just the way it goes
Some men here
They know the full extent of
Your distress
They kneel and pray
And they say :
Long may it last
Why dont you find out for yourself ?
Then youll see the glass
Hidden in the grass
Bad scenes come and go
For which you must allow
Sick down to my heart
Thats just the way it goes
Dont rake up my mistakes
I know exactly what they are
And … what do you do ?
Well … you just sit there
I’ve been stabbed in the back
So many many times
I don’t have any skin
But that’s just the way it goes