No one hears the laughter.
No one hears the pain.
All the world's escapes for the insane.
Judgement day is coming.
Can we all be saints?
The justice in this world is all a game.
Can't we find, can't we find a dream?
Street fights on the corner.
An abiet daughter's slain.
The body's on the news, is all a fame.
When somethin' for nothin' is the only way they play.
We'll never ever see the light of day.
All the goods and wicked.
Get on their knees and pray.
Sins of all their fathers turn away.
Turn away.
Can't we find, can't we find a dream?