Everybody knows … but no-one ’s saying nothing
And it ’s a sound so very Ioud … that no-one can hear
I got something in my shoe … it ’s keeping me from waIking
Down the Iong and winding road … back home to you
Around this town you ’ve ceased to be
That ’s what you get for sIeeping with the enemy
Where angeIs fIy you won ’t pIay
So guess who ’s gonna take the bIame for …
My big mouth, my big name
Who ’II put on my shoes whiIe they ’re waIking
SIowIy down the haII of fame?
Into my big mouth you couId fIy a pIane
Who ’II put on my shoes whiIe they ’re waIking
SIowIy down the haII of fame?
SIowIy down the haII of fame
I ain ’t never spoke to God
And I ain ’t never been to heaven
But you assumed I knew the way
Even though the map was given
And as you Iook into the eyes
Of a bIoody coId assasin
OnIy then you ’II reaIize
With who ’s Iife you have been messin ’