Life's been good I can't complain so far.
Designer clothes, expensive caviar.
And gated homes to keep the wolves at bay.
Tinted glass to hide my guilt and shame.
Neon signs and vagrants at the door
Broken values, needles, liquor stores
And won't somebody help me to believe.
Help me to deny the things I see
Now whatever comes your way
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
When it all comes down you make it through.
You got the whole world around
You got the whole world around.
Something tells me not to make a scene.
Open up your heart and let me in.
I've traveled far enough to meet my own demise.
Seems like everyone I know still wears the same disguise.
Take me, rape me, push me down as long as I’m understood
Like the soldiers view from the bunkers to the towers on Park Avenue
Something tells me not to make a scene.
Open up your heart and let me in.
