The nickels you pick up

On the long dirty road

On your way to that castle in your mind

Won't carry much weight

When the voice in your soul

Becomes louder then you

What if the castle is burning

When you finally get it in sight

Listen to the voices that matter

Don't tell me you've written of yesterday's dreams

Bloodsuckers, liars and thieves

For a paperback novel

Can show you the page

But it'll never get naked

I might as well burn all your letters

I might as well cut off your fingers

Listen to the voices that matter

Your friends in the rain

Been placed in the cage

Awaiting your prostitute smile

You think you'd be able

To scrape off your labels

In a year

You've said that before

They'll tell you it's too late to change

They'll promise you things look better

Listen to the voices that matter

For the nickels you pick up

On the long dirty road

On your way to that castle in your mind

Won't carry much weight

When the voice in your soul

Becomes louder then you

What if the castle is burning

When you finally get it in sight

I might as well burn all your letters

I might as well cut off your fingers

Listen to the voices that matter