I see me looking
Through my front door
It's wide open
But I cant see through anymore
I'll have to find me some other way
To see what's going on
Sometimes half empty
Sometimes half full
You win some
You lose some
Depends on the fool
Just a small dose of your medicine
Will make the sugar go down
It will make the sugar go down
Oh but try, try as I may
Can't seem to make any difference
Around here these days
But on on and on
To what end
Should I stand up and try this again
Should I stand up and try this again
Oh the big common thread
Has all been forgot
I say I'm better than you
When I know that I'm not
It sounds like crickets
From the tackle shop
Its all just a bucket of noise
Who gave you the power
To send me to hell
If the world really knew you
They'd put you in jail
There's blood from the wound
Of the legal knife
On the red silhouette of my soul
On the red silhouette of my soul
Oh but try, try as I may
Cant seem to make any difference
Around here these days
But on, on and on
To what end
Should I stand up and try this again
Should I stand up and try this again
Should I stand up and try this again
Stand up and try this again
Try, try as I may
Cant seem to make any difference
Around here these days
But on, on and on to what end
Should I stand up and try this again
Should I stand up and try this again
Should I stand up and try this again
Stand up and try this again