I can tell you're lying, cuts through my belly Let the dull colors spill right down to my shoes And the children gather 'round to lap it up And the children gather 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round I am empty, others are overfilled on what I've given up I can tell you're lying, to them it's Technicolor I can tell you're lying, cuts through my belly Lies this deck is stacked with lies No one knows the difference So what's the difference? You see we all walk on a string If I bounce you, bounce two Bounce three, bounce Bounce four, bounce, five It's all connected The sun carries the hanging moon from its shoulders It says,"If I don't shine, then you don't shine" And if I fail, you succeed what does it mean? What does it mean? What does it mean? Their eyes are sunken, come on, look at them These kids have needs, we balance on a string When it's all over maybe then, then you'll see You're blinded by your greed, are you blinded? Are you blinded? I