And everyone in between
The tears hit the floor
So dress your sons and daughters
Repeat after me I'm sorry
And how the other half dies
And if you press your ear to the wall
You can't escape the jails
It's just how it seems to be
You can see right through to the core
The TV's always on
You can hear, you can hear
If you just wear these special glasses
Breathe slowly and deeply
So just have a seat
Or the crucifier's nails
In neutral colors and pray
So dress your sons and daughters
And what really goes on when they're all alone
I've got a theory about the man and his wife