The sanest days are mad Why don't 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 don't you find out for yourself Then you'll see the glass Hidden in the grass You'll never believe me, so Why don't you find out for yourself Sick down to my heart That's 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 don't you find out for yourself Then you'll see the glass Hidden in the grass Bad scenes come and go For which you must allow Sick down to my heart That's just the way it goes Don't 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
