It all works out It all works out It all works out It all works out
I'm waiting for a word beyond our history And paper tigers dance about within the mystery Clover of substance I can't put my finger on And stepping over sidewalk cracks I'm catching the last one
The silent waiting room, the padded soundproof wall Have become much more terrifying than the shadowed hall So you can have your reasons for the bloody war I know I don't want to hate you for what you're not sorry for
Kill the king Strip the queen Are you a friend Dear Charlie Sheen
Roll over Johnny boy Your song is on the tube And with it died a dream of mine... Releasing the balloon It seems that lately nothing that I ever thought Can stand up to the pressure of the crap that I have bought So turn the page and be sure that you rip it out 'Cause it won't be there otherwise unless we figure out That there are reasons yet behind this bloody war And I don't want to hate you for what you're not sorry for