button your lip,don't let the shield slip....
take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask...
and if they try to break down your disguise,
with their questions.....
you can hide,hide,hide....
behind paranoid eyes...

you put on your brave face and slip over the
road for a jar....
fixing your grins as you casually lean on the bar...
laughing too loud at the rest of the world......
with the boys in the crowd....
you hide,hide,hide.....
behind petrified eyes......

you believe in their stories of fame,fortune and glory...
now your lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age....
the pie in the sky turned out to be miles to high....
and you hide,hide,hide.....
behind brown and mild eyes...

Je suis une âme solitaire
JM