The headlines in the dailies are the horses in a race They lead you to believe that life and d**h are commonplace Some believe it And I'm crying again I heard some good intentions and not all were second-hand But bravado and pretension will not feed a hungry man It's been said before And I'm crying again Very quietly The world loses blood overnight Without a fight In the morning The sickness will hide in the light Out of sight Running from a world that they will never understand The ma**es ride their pa**ions with the throttle in their hands Nobody knows What is waiting around the bend Now and then the criminal in my skin lets out a sigh He'd like to think he's innocent But he cannot tell a lie Truth is like a knife And I'm crying again