(Stips)



He's a man hating his hometown

Boys and girls back home gave him nothing but a natural turn-down

In a city full of strangers

Lived a disappointed dreamer, a possible danger

Use your head and try to think it over



I can tell behind the weak handshake

There's a well-educated mind of a poisoning fruitcake

Look in the eyes, hating and waiting for so long

It's amazing how someone with brains like his can be so wrong

Use your head and try to think it over



You - you must have fooled me then

You - never were a friend

You - never really listened to the things we said

You - became a politician

You - learned your dirty tricks

You - speak in words I don't wanna understand

You - you're waiting for the power

You're - waiting for the hour

You can spread the hate (that's) right inside your head