We used to have trials
For crimes against the mind
Don't contradict yourself
Not today

Quickly fetch the lawyer
You have long to live

Words without wrinkles
Will hurt the most
Get your story straight
I've heard those sayings
"quickly fetch the lawyer
You've nothing left to give"

Go to the window
Make love to the wind
Concentrate and listen
This is the end

A tearfilled eye
Raised to the sky
You want us all to notice
We got no choice
Listen, can you hear me?
You're goin home

Your government receptors
Are shot to hell
Your thoughts are spongy
You don't seem well

Listen, can you hear me?
You're goin home

Go to the window
Make love to the wind
Concentrate and listen
This is the end (x2)

*whistles*