A prisoner of my paradox

Heaven or hell

Pacing up and down my cage

Too soon to tell

What a suffocating state to be



Working class heroes

Mean nothing to me

I'm a working class zero

Chained to the tree of life

A dangerous thing to be



And now the baby needs to grow

But the mother is crazy



What lies behind the mask

Behind the wave and the smile

Your appearance is deceptive

Sweet crocodile

What a fascinating thing to see



Revealing all your secrets

You'd better beware

Revealing all your secrets

You wouldn't dare

Reveal yourself to me

Would you?



It must have been like this before

But my memory's hazy



So I'll stand in line

Three million desperados

There's hope for me

But for some the story's different

They'll stand in line

They'll bide their time

Waiting for a sign

Counting out the time



Clever clever creatures

Death in your kiss

Playing with the future

In innocent bliss

What a suffocating state to be

But what a fascinating thing to see