The TV's broke, there's a pale fat joke on the news
he's talking shit again
Leaving us to soak in ale and smoke
and take another hit again
Thinking "Where we gonna go from here? "
And when will life return to days of before?
Living in a world of fear where the truth's not clear and
We're lucky to hear a simple knock on the door
Won't someone knock at my door?


As word comes down I'm treading water
in a town and the tide is out
Half of us are scarеd while the others prеpare for the brawl
There's youth making a racket to the suits
and the ties and the jackets
Taking a stand while the councils command them to crawl


And I just wanna feel the things I used to feel
So why?
Why tell us something if it isn't real?


The TV's broke, there's a pale fat joke on the news
he's talking shit again
Leaving us to soak in ale and smoke
and take another hit again
Thinking "Where we gonna go from here? "
And when will life return to days of before?
Living in a world of fear where the truth's not clear and
We're lucky to hear a simple knock on the door
Won't someone knock at my door?

For work and schools, there's a set of rules
and they're paper thin
Where wanting to treasure your parents or leisure, it defies
They say they can hear our screams
but are they really listening?
Or well educated gangsters dressed in disguise?


And I just wanna feel the things I used to feel
So why?
Why tell us something if it isn't real?


The TV's broke, there's a pale fat joke on the news
he's talking shit again
Leaving us to soak in ale and smoke
and take another hit again
Thinking 'Where we gonna go from here? '
And when will life return to days of before? '
Living in a world of fear where the truth's not clear and
We're lucky to hear a simple knock on the door
Come on and knock at my door?


Door
I tell you where I'll go from here
I'm making my return to days of before
Tired of living in a world of fear
Where the truth's not clear and we're lucky to hear
A simple knock on the door
Come on and knock at my door