Am                 G
Sometimes I got a feeling
                      F
That everything could be all right
                    E
But walking on the streets 
                     (Am  G  F  E)
You can see nothing is fine

 Am                  G
Regular faces for outside
                      F
But inside are they living
                    E
The life of their dreams?
              
Or are they living 
         (Am  G  F  E)
Their own hell?

                    (Am  G  F  E)
Cause were in masks of flesh