Now you got me caught in the act You bring the thought back I'm telling you that I see it right through you From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety

I wasn't there for you You are gone (I wasn't there for you) Goodbyes are long But I wasn't there for you I wasn't there for goodbye I know weather's gonna be fine But I can't see you 'cross the streamline My love waits for me in daytime

What could have been love What could have been love will never be. Should have been the only thing that was ever meant to be. Didn't know, couldn't see what was right in front of me. And now that I'm alone, all I have is emptiness that comes from being

I shall be the last among thee Great in power Thus call'st me almighty In not be first archangel "We would like to see most of the human race killed off Because it is unworthy, it is unworthy of the gift of live" Been haunted be the paws of fear And felt

It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me They call me the workin' man They call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine

Girl, what's your favorite song I'll be your DJ tonight You don't have to say a word I see the look in your eyes And we'll keep rockin' 'til the last call Feelin' alright, yeah, yeah Now you're callin' me baby While I keep on fallin', yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh

There's nothing else that I have seen There's no getting around it or in between You're out of this world Except you're not green Look, you don't know what you mean To me, to me I was just walking that day aimlessly (Oh, oh no) You picked a perfect day

But now that you left me 'Till your well runs dry I keep missing my water And I want my water And I'm little thirsty, now In the beginning You really loved me, oh I was too blind I could not see, now

The man oppressed will seem to do the worst But with all he possesses self preservation comes first His damnation comes not from burning free As destruction of the poor is their poverty, is their poverty While oppression is the poor man's choice Ah, but

The scream becomes a yawn I'll shut up and carry on When I get to the bottom of it I sink Seems like nothing I said Ever meant anything But a headline over my head Thought I made a stand Only made a scene There's no feast for the underfed