Strapped down in corners Never gonna slip your mind Put the pencil to the paper And draw black lines Which you ingest Without thinking twice You spit it out To justify that night Keep singing sad songs To stir up the crowd The children are watching And they wonder why Keepsakes of a death wish Are up for grabs Fuming over nothing And they wonder why They wonder why Oh son, I wish I could say Oh dear, I hoped it wouldn't be this way I don't think that this will ever change