People sneer at me as I walk the streets.

All I want is some harmony.

I hear a different beat; it’s not the same.

Now if I scream, am I insane?

Listen, they’re laughing at me.

Cry…

All those lies.

I feel like dying.

In the highest seat sits an evil man

With his own private army to rule the land.

Star-studded puppets dressed in blue.

You’ve got to love them, pay them.

God knows they protect you and bust you.

They’re laughing at you.

Cry…

All those lies.

I feel like dying.

They watch over you with secret eyes.

Celebrate another lie.

I feel like I’m about to lose my mind.

I just want to crawl away and…

Cry…

All those lies.

I feel like dying.

BTB "Chicago Sessions, Oct. 2-8, 1979" Cassette/CD (Unreleased)