Through the web of tangled reason The voices seem to cry, "What point is there in living If you have to live a lie?" There's nowhere in this prison That anyone can hide; No doors or walls or windows But I am walled inside... And the dreams of the night come bursting through my skull, And tears overflow on the sidewalks below And the gutters are full. And we work and work for money 'Til everyone is tired, Then someone runs out of ideas And everyone gets fired. And when you lose the feeling From your fingers and your toes, Then I'll be the one to tell you, "That's the way the feeling goes..." And the dreams of the night come bursting through my skull, And tears overflow on the sidewalks below And the gutters are full. So here's to the vultures Who celebrate decay; The downcast, the downhearted, They're in everybody's way. So please forgive this moment That shines a light upon The web of tangled reason That keeps us keeping on... And the dreams of the night come bursting through my skull, And tears overflow on the sidewalks below And the gutters are full.