So what’s the part that you’re playing? Should I have guessed who you’re blaming? Do I know him? is it me you’re naming? You ain’t got time, you ain’t got nothin’, you live on a rock, all covered in ocean. We’ll all be dead in a few years time, well, I am fine. Into the darkness we all go, out of the white light and the friends you know, we’ll be spread out like a mushroom cloud, spread all around. We’re all just sheep being herded, well ain’t that the truth, it depends how it’s worded. Pay no mind to the others in line you’re hurting. All men’s thoughts can kill you like cancer, they smash through your head like a German Panzer, it won’t be long ‘til you’ll all be gone.