Sleepless children Mellow deeds Working cla** men Were busy kids If I were a fighter I could choose a side But I'm not quite sure Who's wrong and who's right Sleepless children Dying seeds Middle cla** men Are older kids If I were a fighter I could get up and fight But I'm just a sleeper Sleeping tight Why would you believe me When I don't trust myself I thought we could grow happy I should have known your self and I've lost my road Cos I left the path Some time ago