You say anyone tells you, I've got words you can't explain It's all on behalf of you, there are things you can't contain. We're all of the same feeling: useless are the ones to blame We're terrified anyway. Strike on feverish instinct, we've got troops you can't contain Round up the hopelessly faithful, cleaning up the social stains We're all of the same feeling: useless are the ones to blame We're terrified anyway.