They'll crawl through mud
To wish me well, to wish me well
All that rises to the top
And save us from all the blood thirsty thugs
Where evil's very real and children are known
With each generation expectation drops
I fear sometimes, we ain't got a hope in hell
I've half a mind to hang the next fool
Magic spells still hold no currency
Where people are lining up
They'll crawl through mud
To clear away all the smug and smirking juveniles
I fear sometimes
I've half a mind to hang the next fool
We ain't got a hope in hell
To sell their dignity when reality's a show
I fear sometimes, we ain't got a hope in hell
To wish me well, to wish me well
To just disappear
Tell me when, when will the truth prevail
Before our very eyes
I've half a mind to hang the next fool
It comes as no surprise
