Writing a book that will shed new light
On the final five years of his half-brother's life
He takes the fifteen minutes that Andy gave him
Turns the volume up and hopes that the TV can save him.

But I don't read the papers and I don't write books
I don't subscribe to the issues or take second looks
I believe half of what I see and everything I'm told
Who knows, who cares?

You feel around for something moving in the dark
It's the specific application of the question mark
We all know what they say when you go too far
We all know what they say we just don't know who they are

I won't sell my soul for another sordid page in your bible
Living on the edge get's you another cheap shot at survival

That was the situation, long time ago
We were strung out on expectations, that's a long row to hoe
Now I'm a member incorporated, I've signed my name
And I know that I've cooperated, I feel the same.
But Who knows?
Who knows, who cares? I'm not a hipocryte
Who knows, who cares? I've made my peace with it.