Backstage I cross the middle ground Curtains up, house lights down I sing love songs and pa** myself around But afterwards some people say They thought I put them down They feel so bad, it doesn't matter what I say I hope tomorrow they have a better day They seem so trapped, they need release They need your strong love and strange peace Reporters question me: is this a new direction for the young?
How lamb-like their faces, how snake-like their tongues They quote me perfectly then rewrite every word I speak And go away convinced we are some new kind of freak I feel so good it doesn't matter what I say I hope tomorrow they have a better day We're all so trapped, we need release We need your strong love and strange peace