Look at you

You're the son of the neighborhood strays

You can walk in your prison for days

But you'll never get anywhere

It's a pain

But the shine on the edge of your blade

Couldn't give all the waiting away

You were recognized everywhere

Turn away

You are not just ashamed of yourself

You're a part of the scenery,damned to hell

Can't you see

We are not going to play at your games

We are not going to ask you for names

Or for some of your history

Did you know

That your father said it's all wrong

Just to keep it going along

It's a part of our mystery

It's our job, you see

You'll agree

There is no point in letting you go

We can wait till the end of the show

Till the audience fades away

Turn around

You can laugh at the mess in your room

It's a nightmare that never can end for you

Can't you see

We are not going to play at your games

We are not going to ask you for names

Or for part of your history

Did you know

That your father said it's all wrong

Just to keep it going along

It's a part of our mystery

It's our job you see

You'll agree

There is no point in letting you go

We can wait till the end of the show

Till the audience fades away

Turn around

You can laugh at the mess in your room

It's a nightmare that never can end for you

Can't you see

We are not going to play at your games

We are not going to ask you for names

Or for part of your history

Did you know

That your father said it's all wrong

Just to keep it going along

It's a part of our mystery.