how could you get lost without a trace
how could you go and disappear
your trail led to the shore
your scarf was was found that's all
how could you picnic on the no-man's land
how could you cross the borderline
your trail is getting cold
your trail is getting cold
freedom's just another word
for the comedians to use
we warn you, we warn you
sell it on to the hurt
and the jaded and the blue
keep the profit, keep the profit
the kingdom of control
so sorry for himself
the tyranny of fear
won't keep you on your seat