Behind The 8-Ball
Hey Mister
The lies don’t work no more
Don’t you know
Life’s a rolling stone
Rolling down‚ down
Hey Mister
Open your eyes
When hatred and lies
Fill your red skies
You’re gonna burn‚ burn
Gonna burn
Hey Mister
The cards are scaring me
Can’t you see?
We make the world bleed
Still we’re blind
So blind
Hey Mister
The walls are closing in
We close our eyes
The truth we can’t deny
We’re gonna burn‚ burn
YOU’RE STUCK
Behind the 8−ball
BRIDGES ARE BURNING
Stuck behind the 8−ball
Why? Why?