Has anybody got the guts
To take a glance
At the comfortable rut
We are digging
Shuffling along
Blind to it all
The footpaths we take
Grow so familiar
Ignoring
The fact that we're
The disfigured bodies
Die
Oh Lord
It's a crime
Oh Lord
It's a shame
Cause who
Is gonna save the world
I can't think about the way
We just sit around
And say yeah
Now who
Is gonna save the world
It's a shame
But I think we got a part to play
I haven't got the time
To take the time
To take the time






To be a martyr
And a winder to wind up our misgivings
To count all the wrongs
And sing them in songs
Instead I choose the life of a carefree
Admitting as much
Not bearing to touch
What could hurt me
Oh Lord of the Holy Three
You've waited too long
Oh Lord of the Holy Three
Now who is gonna say the words
I can't think about the way
We just sit around and say, yeah
Now who is gonna say the words
It's a shot in the back
But I think we gotta part the way
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Try to say the word
You know it's true
We've got a crew
Try to say the word
You know we've got two
We've got two
Try to say the word You know we've got two
Try to say the word You know we've got two
We got to
Try to say the word
You know we got to
We got to
Try to say the word