Make me like this, baby, I'm scared, so scared, whatever it is you can put in the devil.

I don't think I could stand another ten years of this fighting.

I'm going to account.

Only stabbing and wounding, only getting my own back.

What house?

I don't wanna batter you to your feet and knees and elbows.

When I'm kneeling by the candle, I'm full of my own bed.

Corresponding disasters every night on the TV.

Think of that reality, keep gripping me in its got all my friends talking chokes, and laughing out of the games.

But like a nightmare, it's still waiting there, at the end of each and every day.

Oh baby, oh baby, this means hope.