Behind petrified eyes
You can hide, hide, hide
You put on your brave face and slip over the road for a job
Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask
Behind paranoid eyes
And you're hide, hide, hide
The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high
Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar
Laughing too loud at the rest of the world
{I'll tell you what, I'll give you three blacks, and play you for five}
Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age
You believed in their stories of fame, fortune and glory
You can hide, hide, hide
With the boys in the crowd
And if they try, to break down your disguise with their questions
