And I thought I had it right,   And I thought it was so black and white,   But when the chips are down,   And my friend lay bleeding on the ground,   A different answer was in my sight      I thought that it would make more of a difference to me,   I thought that it would make more of a difference to me,   What do I know?      And I thought that I'd know what to do,   I thought my answers all were true,   But when they raped my friend,   And I couldn't see an end,   I found I had another clue      I thought that it would make more of a difference to me,   I thought that it would make more of a difference to me,   What do I know?      When your back's against the wall,   And my job is to recall,   Sometimes the end is to fight the means      And I thought that it would make more of a difference to me,   I thought that it would make more of a difference to me,   I thought that it would make more of a difference to me,   I thought that it would make more of a difference to me,   What do I know?