Anyone want to translste this song?
It's not my job to whinge and whine and grumble
It's not my style to preach in every hall
It's not my place to exorcise your demons
The sun shines on your house, and you close your shades.
It's not my fault that all the greedy bastards
Have used the last of what was left of you
And I refuse to organize your love-ins
You gave it all so you can have control
How can I survive
In this house of cards
You and I must try
To realize that we can't fake it
And after all your wise men and your mystics
Have sold you down a river full of dreams
You're still the same shattered crying person
haunted by the beast inside of you.
How can I survive
In this house of cards
You and I must try
To realize that we can't fake it.