Look, all the streets are the same
And it's dark out there but you'll find your name in the signs
Hear all the preachers in pain
But they won't hold back and they can't give back what they bite
Dress like a man about town
But you can't save lives and you don't think twice of your own
Taste the silver spoon in your mouth
But the thought goes on and your heart's not strong as your bones
Whoa, it's always the same
Now that we're getting somewhere
Whoa, it's always the same
Whoa, it's always the same
Now that we're getting somewhere
Whoa, it's always the same
Send all your shepherds in black
And the opposite of what doesn't fit is your life
Hold onto what holds you back
And you find yourself in the same old cell with a knife
Take all the demons in class
And you send them to all the men in blue so you're clear
Give to the strong and the fast
But they all forget that we pay the debt with fear
Whoa, it's always the same
Now that we're getting somewhere
Whoa, it's always the same
Whoa, it's always the same
Now that we're getting somewhere
Whoa, it's always the same