Wheres the pain in the violent night?
Im depressed by the grill
I stay over many years
I should have thought of that
For the love of the money
Like a black-hearted vile thing
Its the nature of being
Its too many lonely nights
I cant tell bad from wrong
I cant pass you by
Too exchanging
Youve been around
But youve changed me
When the flesh meets the spirit world
Where the traffic is thin
I slip from a vacant view
I should have thought of that
And the sound of tomorrow
Like a black-hearted vile thing
Like the silence of tension
Its too many lonely nights
I cant tell good from bad
I cant pass you by
Too exchanging
Youve been around
But youve changed me
Youve been around
Cant pass you by
Youve been around
But youve changed me
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-change!
Too exchanging
Youve been around
But youve changed me
Youve been around
Cant pass you by
Youve been around
But youve changed me
Youve been around
Cant pass you by
Youve been around
But youve changed me