Toss it round and get on through
I see another hand shake I’m looking straight at you
Bang the walls and sit on it tight
We’re cooking down here and we’re working tonight
‘cause I got something on my shoulder
and it looks real neat
Living in this shelter or living on the street
And the magazines and plastic shirts
Don’t comfort you where it still hurts
The razor blades come out at night
But I can’t critisize, I won’t love & live a lie
I won’t love & live a lie, I won’t love & live a lie

Toss it round like a salad in a bowl
I’m thinking about what might have been said
And it leaves me cold
I can live and I can certainly die
The unfinished symphony and the amplified lies
‘cause I got a friend that can listen
Otherwise we could be
Wednesday cold this morning but it don’t seem free
And the magazines and plastic shirts
Don’t comfort you where it still hurts
The razor blades come out at night
But I won’t run and hide, I won’t love & live a lie

I can give and I certainly take
My whole life has been a testament to that cake
Then it gets eaten, and we fall down flat
Another time, another place, no looking back
You got something that you wanna
Get right off your chest
Then it moves so quiet now
Oh gee, what a mess
And the magazines and plastic shirts
Don’t comfort you where it still hurts
The razor blades come out at night
And I can’t sit here quiet, I won’t love & live a lie
I can’t sit here tonight, I won’t love and live a lie