Something has to come out
Is it words, is it notes?
Must it come from my mouth?
Is it pen? Is it blood? Is it ink?
Must it be what I think?
Its my guts, its my all
There I am, I can't tell one more story
Four score, and then, and then
Once upon an old time,
And then do it again.
And then do it again.
Let your No be No,
And your Yes be Yes,
My No means No,
My Yes means Yes. (Yes, yes, yes...)
Yes... yes...
Something has to come out
Is it words, is it notes?
Must it come from my mouth?
I must speak, I must move, I must sing,
It's a compulsive thing.
Is it fear? Is it deep down beneath?
I have something to say
Some trash amongst some golden things
Is it diamond for you?
And illumine my mind, And illumine my mind
Let your No be No
And your Yes be Yes
My No means No
My Yes means Yes (Yes, yes, yes...)
Yes... yes...
So the story goes...
Bite down until it hurts.
In shout of fashion diamonds out of dirt
So the story goes...
The truth must be told.
It's holding my mouth, I cannot feel it any way
Let your No be No
And your Yes be Yes
My No means No
My Yes means Yes (Yes, yes, yes...)
Yes... yes... yes...
And so the story goes
Bite down until it hurts
In a shout of passion
Diamonds out of dirt
And so the story goes
The truth must be told
And it's caught in my mouth,
(distorted words)
I can't handle the pressure, diamonds.
I can't handle the pressure, diamonds.
I can't handle the pressure, diamonds.
Yes... yes, yes, yes...
Yes.