The nickels you pick up   On the long dirty road   On your way to that castle in your mind   Won't carry much weight   When the voice in your soul   Becomes louder then you   What if the castle is burning    When you finally get it in sight   Listen to the voices that matter   Don't tell me you've written of yesterday's dreams   Bloodsuckers, liars and thieves   For a paperback novel   Can show you the page   But it'll never get naked   I might as well burn all your letters   I might as well cut off your fingers   Listen to the voices that matter   Your friends in the rain   Been placed in the cage   Awaiting your prostitute smile   You think you'd be able   To scrape off your labels   In a year   You've said that before   They'll tell you it's too late to change   They'll promise you things look better   Listen to the voices that matter   For the nickels you pick up   On the long dirty road   On your way to that castle in your mind   Won't carry much weight   When the voice in your soul   Becomes louder then you   What if the castle is burning   When you finally get it in sight   I might as well burn all your letters   I might as well cut off your fingers   Listen to the voices that matter