A prisoner of my paradox   Heaven or Hell   Pacing up and down my cage   Too soon to tell   what a suffocating state to be   Working class hereos mean nothing to me   I'm a working class zero,i'm chained to the tree of life   A dangerous thing to be   And now the baby needs to grow   But the mother is crazy   What lies behind your mask   Behind your wave and the smile   Your appearance is deceptive,oh sweet crocodile   What a fascinating thing,to see   Revealing all you secrets,you better beware   Revealing all your secrets   oh you wouldn't dare reveal yourself to me   Would you   It must have been like this before   But my memory's hazy   My memorys hazy   So i'll stand in line   3 million desparadoes   There's hope for me   Oh but for some the story's different   They'll stand in line,they'll bide their time   Waiting for a sign   Counting out the time   No more   Clever,clever creatures   Death in your kiss   Playing with the future in innocent bliss   What a suffocating state to be   But what a fascinating thing to see   And he said I know what it's like to be dead   I know what it's like to be sad   Well she's making you feel like youv'e never been born   Never been born