The sanest days are mad
Why don't you find out for yourself?
Then you'll see the price
Very closelySome men here
They have a special interest
In your career
They wanna help you to growAnd then syphon all your dough
Why don't you find out for yourself?
Then you'll see the glass
Hidden in the grassYou'll never believe me, so
Why don't you find out for yourself?
Sick down to my heart
That's just the way it goesSome men here
They know the full extent of
Your distress
They kneel and prayAnd they say, long may it last
Why don't you find out for yourself?
Then you'll see the glass
Hidden in the grassBad scenes come and go
For which you must allow
Sick down to my heart
That's just the way it goesDon't rake up my mistakes
I know exactly what they are
And what do you do?
Well, you just sit thereI've been stabbed in the back
So many many times
I don't have any skin
But that's just the way it goes
Songwriters
Steven Patrick Morrissey;Alain WhytePublished by
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