There is a man with no face and a name I don't remember
Who lives in a house in the middle of the woods
And he said once "Son, don't you ever laugh out loud
For they are listening, oh, they are listening
Oh, you've got to be strong
Oh, you've got to keep holding on
Now it's just a matter of time"
(Head for the hills, go!)
They provide the paint for the picture perfect masterpiece
That you will paint on the insides of your eyelids
Can you possibly see anything you want to see? No (Hell no!)
"There's nothing wrong with the way I see"
And he wanted to be a soldier in the next great war
He wanted to k** and fight, and maim, but not be told what he was fighting for
That's the way it's gonna have to be my friend
That's the way it's gonna have to be my friend
I pa**ed a man on the corner in the city yesterday, singing
"Yada-yada-yada and tomorrow it'll never end"
And I never thought I'd never live to see another sunny day
But I'm here and I fear I'll be here 'til the end
So watch your mouth or you're gonna make a grave mistake
Hold your tongue or you're gonna catch a bullet in the head
Watch your mouth or you're gonna make a grave mistake
Don't die for anything less than the best of life
The things you said went to your head
You never tried to understand
What they'll take, you will never take back
'Cause they take when take what they can because they can from you
You follow me and you follow me, but you never ask why
And I wonder what you're under could this be another piece of the
"I don't care I just do what they say
Because they say what to do in a matter of fact way"
But don't stop because you might get burned
And you might just learn to stand on your own two feet
And I think, that it's neat how you learn to repeat
Everything that you hear in the street so well
You learn to repeat everything that you hear so well
You learn to repeat everything that you hear so well
Oh, and everyone was resting because they thought it was the end
And even if it wasn't, they decide they'd pretend
And somewhere in the distance I could hear him whispering
"You can fight all you want, you'll never win in the end, so..."
Sometimes in the evening when I'm lying in my bed
I am taken to the forest to the isolated shed
And I wake with his words resonating in my head
And I can't stop thinking about the gist of what he said
So watch your mouth or you're gonna make a grave mistake
Hold your tongue or you're gonna catch a bullet in the head
Watch your mouth or you're gonna make a grave mistake
Don't die for anything less than the best of
Everyone settles for the rest, not the best of
I will die for no less than the best of life