You don't wanna cross me or try to get in my way We'll give them back their glossy scheme and end that holiday The thought of violence a relief the action brings you grief There's crooked walks on tilting floors It's been like this for years Chorus: All this time I never knew You're reading from a different page X2 Or just the same page, in a different age This suits you down to the ground I bet you've met your goals We'll counteract the words beyond we keep no Track of scores Caught up in an empty high could you identify Stories of a conquest only seen in a mind's eye Chorus