In the streets, yeah
I was drifting through the lanes
In the streets, baby
Everybody looked away
In the streets
I felt tension and afraid
In the back of my head
I feel terribly dead
Friday afternoon
Came a rustling from the room
I was strangely terrified
By the things I heard inside
Then a voice so strong and loud
Said, "It could be yours by now"
Saturday at 4
I snuck back to the corridor
And slipped into the room
Now I'm quiet as a tomb
And there written on the ground
In dust, "It should be yours by now"
And t's so strange
'Cuz in the back of my head
I still feel terribly dead
So just go away
Leave me chained to the wall
Just like you've done it before
Everyone knows that it's my regular show
Is my deliverance near?
I don't see it, I don't hear
Where's the trumpets blowing fire
And the angel-hosted choir?
I keep waiting for the sound
'Cuz it should be here by now
It should be here by now
But there's no change
In the back of my head
The monster wants to be fed
And I can't get away
'Cuz when you've done it before
What's it matter once more
Everyone knows that it's your regular show...
Once upon a time
In the blinking of an eye
The oracle was mine
Like the sage had prophesied
It was whispered through the clouds
Said, "It will be yours right now"