(Spoken)
I looked at many thus scorched by the fiery floor
And though I scanned their faces with the utmost heed
There was no one there I recognised
But I saw how stamped with charge
And torture plain to read
About the neck of each, a great purse hung
Whereon their eyes seemed still to fix and heed
(Sung)
At fifteen years old
I had to know
What makes you fail
And what makes you grow
I stared at my hands
Just like foreign lands
Would they do what I wish?
Or would they persist
In holding me down?
A stone in the ground
And when I like awake
I fall through the side of my head
And when I lie awake
I fall through the side of my head
The ones that you love
Help rise above
Not holding you back
But point out the traps
Not shouting you down
They help build a frown
A scowl on you face
Never started the race
You find what you were told
Was twisted and old
And you just can’t keep up
With all the money and the luck
And when I like awake
I fall through the side of my head
And when I lie awake
I fall through the side of my head
And when I like awake
I fall through the side of my head
And when I lie