And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today

Why do we hate? Why do we suffer? Why do we make our mistakes, and constantly blame one another? Why is there war, and why is there killing? Have we forgotten some secret we knew back when we were just children? If I had wings, I'd fly up to heaven. I'd

Another night, another demise, Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice I'll let the wind blow out the light Cause its gets more painful every time i die. The faint blaze of the candle of my life, Slowly dying like a fire in a pouring rain. No sparks of hope

Why go home? Why go home, why go home, why go home, why go home What you taught me (why go home) She scratches a letter Into a wall made of stone Maybe someday Another child Won't feel as alone as she does It's been two years

Have a word for your brother Have some time for one another Really love one another It's so hard to find (Wherever, wherever, wherever you are) I come to getcha and I know where you are I got the business to make a mind That's right baby I see wherever,

What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie With their tanks, and their bombs Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh It's the same old theme Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken And the violence causes silence Who are we mistaken?

Lost and lonely child, living in a world of fear Lose yourself in another day Find out there's another way My oh my, you look so blue Just turn and look my way, a smile will do Catch it now, has to be soon Or lonely hours will be your doom Lost and

In the ghetto (in the ghetto) On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' And his mama cries As the snow flies A poor little baby child is born 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed People, don't you understand The

Du, du, du, du With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their guns In your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What's in your head, in your head Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken And the violence, caused such silence

It's a family affair, it's a family affair One child grows up to be Somebody that just loves to learn And another child grows up to be Somebody you'd just love to burn Mom loves the both of them You see it's in the blood Both kids are good to Mom