They never tell you truth is subjective

They only tell you not to lie

They never tell you there's strength in vulnerability

They only tell you not to cry

But I've been living underground

Sleeping on the way

And finding something else to say

Is like walking on the freeway

They never tell you you don't need to be afraid

They only tell you to deny

So is it true that only good girls go to heaven?

They only sell you what you buy

And I've been living underground

Sleeping on the way

And finding something else to say

Is like walking on the freeway

I've been living underground

Trying not to burn

And finding something else to learn

At Hollywood and western