Lyrics

A wise man cries over fools who live in Grandiose Palaces a true poet dies with a heart like a phoenix to rise from the ashes if you want to believe there?s a whole host of promises if there?s one you can keep yeah for where there?s no need the gap gets filled with rhetoric and apathy but we all do our time we all make our own way all of us tow the line a rich woman begs while a poor man keeps his shirt-sleeves buttoned a true believer aches while the fakers rely on their own good judgment these bugs have been eating out this house for way too long to redecorate and we?ve been trapped here way too long to ever think about our escape but we all do our time we all make our own way all of us walk that line for the rest of our days you can take your sanity hold it up for all to see still it would mean nothing at all for insanity?s a plea a trump card for society to rid the disease of us all who know that a wise man cries over fools who live in grandiose palaces na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na we all do our time we all make our own way all of us tow that line for the rest of our days for the rest of our days for the rest of our days na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na the rest of our days crying over grandiose palaces?