Maybe you can try at the back door man
Oh 'cause it's all they can do to try to get through, oh
They can make you feel so small
Our hands are tied on the table
Our hands are tied on the table
Under the touch, cannot stop to falter
That they will never guess so unfair that
Oh 'cause it's all they can do to try to get through, oh
While the helpless line up on the doorsteps
Protest follows far and wide
Your soul, it aches relentless for the fear
All of your life you've lived in a world as pure, as Eden's sixth day
They'll see how long it will take 'till you fall from so much denied
Maybe you can try at the back door man
Is not firm but soft and weak like skin
They will not let you be so proud
Mow all you've been allowed, is taken away
Gives the early signs of warning
Now, the damage is done the certainties gone
You have felt the fear growing inside
Decisions they will try to break
From under your feet the ground
And now the angry morning
You must face alone the plans you make
The spirits altered
And the fear you know is real
While the helpless line up on the doorsteps
