All of my dreams end in the drain, I? m walking outside in the pouring rain, Colors flash, colors lie, Cars all pass me by, The more you decipher and understand, Reality is a gun in your hand, Is it pointing at the bank or pointing at your head? Don? t you want to try? [Could it make you want to die?]? They? re getting up to go, But they don? t wanna know All of my dreams now end in vain, It? s Friday night and I? m here again, All of my best friends are hecklers in the end, If I read every page in every book, Compassion is treasured and I am a crook, Crippled by my shame, And I? ve only myself to blame Don? t you want to try? [Could it make you want to die?]? They? re getting up to go, But they don? t wanna know All of my dreams now end in vain I know that I? m singing this song again, It? s boring, Once again, Alienation in all of my scenes, But I? m fighting with alienated means, Crippled by my shame, And I? ve only myself to blame Don? t you want to try? [Could it make you want to die?]? They? re getting up to go, But they don? t wanna know, No!