(You're) talking good but there's nobody home But I'm sure that I've heard it before somewhere And your welcome to this exhibition 'cos I'm feeding on me Now there's far to many opinions here
Voices like whispering friends And I've been here once before
I don't know why I'm here But I'm going to take what I can I don't know who to fight I can't run so I'm turning on you again I need someone inside with the news