SING and hope it's out of tune
You're running around in circles, you're running circles 'round
You got no live to spare son, wake up
Save the realm, work the realm they say
Better house, shake 'm down
It's all they roar
But it's your song
It's your song
It's time to break free your head, mounted
while the rest is singing in tune: In tune
Like roaches boarding a train
It's a flume in the wind
I won't be killed by rage, it will not raise my child
It will not poke out my eyes
So I'll sing and hope it's out of tune