Pretty Maids
When It All Comes Down
I don't need your pity misbelief or sympathy
I don't need no doctor, shrink or psycotherapy
Who are you to say you're sorry if I were to die
Who are you to complain when you're got your piece of the pie

Out of the closet, out of your hole
Out of your hard carned place
But don't you push your luck I'll take that big while grin
Straight off your face

Look at all those smiling faces preaching on TV
I don't need their polities to stir my fantasies
To watch the late night news it scares me to the bone
When I read the papers I feel naked and alone

Think you'll believe it where the evil flowers grow
With Jesus, Mary and the holy Ghost

When it all comes down
Is there anything that justifies the things we do
When it all comes down
There's a reason for the pain we must be goin' through

Same greasy dirty young man traveling to the east
When a bird comes flying further dreams can be released
Same little flashes waving banners cross your line
When at first you walk with me you'll then set free the mind