Hold It, Doc, A World War Passed

You Swore You'd Never Compromise With The Mystery Tramp, But Now You Realise He's Not Selling Any Alibis As You Stare Into The Vacuum Of His Eyes And Say, Do You Want To Make A Deal How Does It Feel

Some Times I Think This Whole World Is One Big Prison Yeard Some Of Us Are Prisoners The Rest Of Us Are Guards

We Sit Here Stranded, Though We're All Doin' Our Best To Deny It

The Worth Of Things Can't Be Measured By What They Cost But By What The Cost You To Get It, That If Anything Costs You Your Faith Or Your Family, Then The Price Is Too High, And That There Are Some Things That Will Never Wear Out.

It's Not Important What Other People Call You. If You Yourself Know You're A Fake, That's Tougher To Live With.