The sanest days are mad 

Why don't you find out for yourself? 

Then you'll see the price 

Very closely 



Some men here, 

They have a special interest in your career 

They wanna help you to grow 

And then siphon all your dough 

Why don't you find out for yourself? 

Then you'll see the glass hidden in the grass 

You'll never believe me so 

Why don't you find out for yourself? 

Sick down to my heart 

Well that's just the way it goes 



Some men here, 

They know the full extent of your distress 

They kneel and pray 

And they say: 

"Long may it last" 

Why don't you find out for yourself? 

Then you'll see the glass hidden in the grass 

Backseats come and go 

For which you must allow 

Sick down to my heart 

That's just the way it goes 



Don't rake up my mistakes 

I know exactly what they are 

And what do you do? 

Well, you just sit there 

I've been stabbed in the back 

So many, many times 

I don't have any skin 

But that's just the way it goes