God knows what is hiding
in those weak and drunken hearts
I guess you kissed the girls and made them cry
those hardfaced queens of misadventure
God knows what is hiding
in those weak and sunken eyes
a fiery throng of muted angels
giving love and getting nothing back
People help the people
And if your homesick,
give me your hand and I'll hold it
People help the people
And nothing will drag you down
Oh and if I had a brain,
Oh and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
that turned, all those good hearts away.
