Why Don't You Find Out For Yourself

The sanest days are mad

Why don't you find out for yourself?

Then you'll see the price

Very closely

Some men here,

They have a special interest in your career

They wanna help you to grow

And then siphon all your dough

Why don't you find out for yourself?

Then you'll see the glass hidden in the grass

You'll never believe me so

Why don't you find out for yourself?

Sick down to my heart

Well that's just the way it goes

Some men here,

They know the full extent of your distress

They kneel and pray

And they say:

"Long may it last"

Why don't you find out for yourself?

Then you'll see the glass hidden in the grass

Backseats come and go

For which you must allow

Sick down to my heart

That's just the way it goes

Don't rake up my mistakes

I know exactly what they are

And what do you do?

Well, you just sit there

I've been stabbed in the back

So many, many times

I don't have any skin

But that's just the way it goes