You see the world thru your cynical eyes

You're a troubled young man I can tell

You've got it all in the palm of your hand

But your hand's wet with a sweat

And you head needs a rest

And you're fooling yourself

If you don't believe it

You're kidding yourself

If you don't believe it

Why must you be such an angry young man

When your future looks quite bright to me

And how can there be such a sinister plan

That could hide such a lamb

Such a caring young man

And you're fooling yourself

If you don't believe it

You're killing yourself

If you don't believe it

Get up, get up, get back on your feet

You're the one they can't beat

And you know it

Come on, come on let's see what you've got

Just take your best shot and don't blow it, oh