| If you’d asked me at a concert standing by The Clean | 
| I’d have said I’m okay, and this is what I mean | 
| But now a little later a crisis has evolved | 
| Those ancient complications remaining unresolved | 
| They say you have to give them what thy want | 
| Say you have to give them what they want | 
| Say you have to give them what they want | 
| Say you have to give them what they want | 
| I’m tearing all my hair out with my hands | 
| I’m tearing all my hair out with my hands | 
| I know what they will never understand | 
| I know what they will never understand | 
| I didn’t want to say that and I am | 
| Didn’t want to say that and I am | 
| Didn’t want to say that and I am | 
| Didn’t want to say that and I am | 
| The years dictated changes, I always knew the would | 
| We shared a common language that’s seldom understood | 
| So now a noise surrounds me, a million harsh guitars | 
| The same incessant dance beat, those harnessed harmless stars | 
| They say you have to give them what thy want | 
| Say you have to give them what they want | 
| Say you have to give them what they want | 
| Say you have to give them what they want | 
| I’m tearing all my hair out with my hands | 
| Tearing all my hair out with my hands | 
| I know that they will never understand | 
| I know that they will never understand | 
| I didn’t want to say that and I am | 
| Didn’t want to say that and I am | 
| Didn’t want to say that and I am | 
| Didn’t want to say that and I am | 
| More and more, more and more | 
| More and more, more and more | 
| More and more, more and more | 
| More and more |