You spend many an hour in bed   Afraid of people you’ve never met   It’s time to call your emotions round   And drink tea with the ones you like least   Surely you can agree on something      Black out into your own life   You grieve for the desirable light   The words you are drawn to   Black and white   There really is no excuse   Start dealing with all you lose   It’s scribbled in front of you      What have you got to lose?   You can walk in a dead man’s shoes   As you answer the battle cry   The truth covers up the lie   You’re into the firing line   Well son what’s it to be now?   Don’t shy away from the thunder cloud   Just let the heavens open   But keep safe the letter you sent to your self   You’ll need it for when you get well   To remind you how far you fell      The pressure is too much for you   A bottled rage slowly slowly unscrews   It threatens to swallow you   And consume all you have to prove      What have you got to lose?   You can walk in a dead man’s shoes   Do you answer the battle cry?   The truth covers up the lie   Straight into the firing line      Why are you scared to choose?   You can walk in a dead man’s shoes   Or can you answer the battle cry?   The truth covers up the lie   Step into the firing line   Now it’s your time to shine   You’re in the firing line