Good news bad news it's getting old
Getting numb to what I'm told
To care about I'm starting to doubt
If it's all reality
That they're selling on tv
What they on about I'm starting to doubt
What they're reading from the books
Maybe I should take a look
What's it all about I'm having my doubts
Oh tell me something Love can get behind
Oh show me some way
Love won't leave high and dry
Let it cut me down to size
Everyone is shouting loud
At the walls of their own house
What's the fuss give it up
Its a race to the top
But they just keep adding blocks
What's the fuss can you give it up
Gold clenched in this fist
Gold shackle on my wrist
What's the fuss I'm giving it up
Oh tell me something Love can get behind
Oh show me some way
Love won't leave high and dry
Let it cut me down to size
Can we keep it together while it all blows away
Can we keep it cool if it all burns like hay
Can we keep it together while it all blows away
Can we keep it cool if it all burns like hay
Oh tell me something
Oh tell me something
Oh tell me something Love can get behind
Oh show me some way
Love won't leave high and dry
Let it cut me down to size