What lovely people, they get it all
They know the reason but not the trick
They peer behind shutters long grown old
They always hit you with big questions
Then they carve you like a diamond
They wait for you to crumble so they can tell the others
We should all just stay silent
Don't pay heed even to your brothers
Speak very softly in a low voice
Look at Jesus, they put him on the cross
Like it or not you have to do this
What lovely people, they get it all
They know the reason but not the trick
They've got pistols loaded with malice
We should load them with blanks
And make all those daggers out of rubber
Because if you turn for just an instant
You find them stuck in your back
Like it or not you have to do this
Standing here in my place I'll sing
For instance sometimes I prefer the madmen
Because they say what they think
And won't take blackmail or compromise
They don't blend in with the others
For better or worse they stay themselves
Don't settle for staying on the surface
Instead dig deep past the root and appearances
Love me for what I really am
And I'll stay with you forever