Love is a razor and I walked the line On that silver blade Slept in the dust with his daughter Her eyes red with The slaughter of innocence But I will pray for her I will call her name out loud I would bleed for her I only I could see her now Living on a razors edge Balancing on a ledge Living on a razors edge The evil that men do lives on and on... The evil that men do lives on and on... The evil that men do lives on and on... The evil that men do lives on and on... Circle of fire my baptism of joy and at an end it seems The seventh lamb slain The book of life opens before me But I will pray for you And some day I may return I would die for you Beyond is where I learn

I cant get to sleep I think about the implications Of diving in too deep And possibly the complications Especially at night I worry over situations I know will be alright Perahaps its just my imagination Day after day it reappears Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear Ghosts appear and fade away Alone between the sheets Only brings exasperation Its time to walk the streets Smell the desperation At least theres pretty lights And though theres little variation It nullifies the night From overkill Day after day it reappears Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear Ghosts appear and fade away I cant get to sleep I think about the implications Of diving in too deep And possibly the complications Especially at night I worry over situations I know will be alright Its just overkill Day after day it reappears Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear Ghosts appear and fade away

Skip de skip, up the road Off to school we go "Don't you be a bad boy Johnny Don't you slip up Or play the fool" "Oh no Ma, Oh no Da, I'll be your golden boy I will obey ev'ry golden rule" Get told by the teacher Not to day-dream Told by my mother: Be good Be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good be good (Johnny) Be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good Be good be good be good Be good (Johnny) Be good be good. "Are you going to play football this year, John?" "No!" "Oh, well you must be going to play cricket this year then, are you Johnny?" "No! no! no!" "Boy, you sure are a funny kid, Johnny, but I like you! So tell me, what kind of a boy are you, John?" I only like dreaming All the day long Where no one is screaming