Other night as I lay asleep
I woke to the sound of the telephone ring.
Reached for the line I tried to be brave,
'Cause only trouble would call that late.
It could've been the whisky it could've been the c**e,
Either way he was losin' his hope.
He asked me do I sit and think
About the things I do and what they mean.
I said "in life we all got a choice.
You gotta find your song you gotta use your voice.
Hold your breath and count to three,
If you know the words sing along with me."
Which side are you on my friend?
Which side are you on?
You've grown your life in the shallow grave;
Hold it up to the sun.
We all wish we were younger then, so we would have an excuse.
Shut our mouths in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years.
Just another lonely evening,
What a waste of a Saturday night.
Just another early Sunday's coming.
Everything looks different in the light.
It's common sense of history
From the notes we sing to the books we read.
From the writer's pen to the dancer's feet,
Somewhere in the middle we all meet.
It's a tragic tale of industry
From the wars we wage in the name of peace.
From a child's laugh to a soldier's fear,
Somewhere in the moment we all share.
It's a nagging wave of urgency,
You and I have to change these things
Or the ground will break beneath our feet.
Swallow up you and me and everything.
Truth hurts so this should be painless.
All you'll feel is a pinch in your spine.
From the place where the rosin bombs were
Before you went and had a good time.
Devil has so many faces
Never know which one he's hidin' behind
'Till the two of you take of your clothes
Tell each other the sweetest lines.
Just another lonely evening
What a waste of a Saturday night.
Just another early Sunday's coming
Everything looks different in the light
Which side are you on my friend?
Which side are you on?
You've grown your life in the shallow grave;
Hold it up to the sun.
We all wish we were younger then, so we would have an excuse.
Shut our mouths in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years.
Just another lonely evening,
What a waste of a Saturday night.
Just another early Sunday's coming.
Everything looks different in the light.
Other night as I lay asleep __I woke to the sound of the telephone ring. __Reached for the line I tried to be brave, __'Cause only trouble would call that late. __It could've been the whisky it could've been the c**e, __Either way he was losin' his hope. __He asked me do I sit and think __About the things I do and what they mean. __I said "in life we all got a choice. __You gotta find your song you gotta use your voice.__Hold your breath and count to three, __If you know the words sing along with me." ____Which side are you on my friend? __Which side are you on? __You've grown your life in the shallow grave; __Hold it up to the sun.__We all wish we were younger then, so we would have an excuse. __Shut our mouths in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years. __Just another lonely evening, __What a waste of a Saturday night. __Just another early Sunday's coming. __Everything looks different in the light. ____ It's common sense of history __From the notes we sing to the books we read. __From the writer's pen to the dancer's feet, __Somewhere in the middle we all meet. __It's a tragic tale of industry __From the wars we wage in the name of peace. __From a child's laugh to a soldier's fear, __Somewhere in the moment we all share. __It's a nagging wave of urgency, __You and I have to change these things __Or the ground will break beneath our feet.__Swallow up you and me and everything. ____Truth hurts so this should be painless. __All you'll feel is a pinch in your spine. __From the place where the rosin bombs were__Before you went and had a good time.__Devil has so many faces__Never know which one he's hidin' behind__'Till the two of you take of your clothes__Tell each other the sweetest lines.__Just another lonely evening__What a waste of a Saturday night.__Just another early Sunday's coming__Everything looks different in the light____Which side are you on my friend?__Which side are you on? __You've grown your life in the shallow grave; __Hold it up to the sun.__We all wish we were younger then, so we would have an excuse. __Shut our mouths in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years. __Just another lonely evening, __What a waste of a Saturday night. __Just another early Sunday's coming. __Everything looks different in the light. __
I woke to the sound of the telephone ring.
Reached for the line I tried to be brave,
'Cause only trouble would call that late.
It could've been the whisky it could've been the c**e,
Either way he was losin' his hope.
He asked me do I sit and think
About the things I do and what they mean.
I said "in life we all got a choice.
You gotta find your song you gotta use your voice.
Hold your breath and count to three,
If you know the words sing along with me."
Which side are you on my friend?
Which side are you on?
You've grown your life in the shallow grave;
Hold it up to the sun.
We all wish we were younger then, so we would have an excuse.
Shut our mouths in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years.
Just another lonely evening,
What a waste of a Saturday night.
Just another early Sunday's coming.
Everything looks different in the light.
It's common sense of history
From the notes we sing to the books we read.
From the writer's pen to the dancer's feet,
Somewhere in the middle we all meet.
It's a tragic tale of industry
From the wars we wage in the name of peace.
From a child's laugh to a soldier's fear,
Somewhere in the moment we all share.
It's a nagging wave of urgency,
You and I have to change these things
Or the ground will break beneath our feet.
Swallow up you and me and everything.
Truth hurts so this should be painless.
All you'll feel is a pinch in your spine.
From the place where the rosin bombs were
Before you went and had a good time.
Devil has so many faces
Never know which one he's hidin' behind
'Till the two of you take of your clothes
Tell each other the sweetest lines.
Just another lonely evening
What a waste of a Saturday night.
Just another early Sunday's coming
Everything looks different in the light
Which side are you on my friend?
Which side are you on?
You've grown your life in the shallow grave;
Hold it up to the sun.
We all wish we were younger then, so we would have an excuse.
Shut our mouths in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years.
Just another lonely evening,
What a waste of a Saturday night.
Just another early Sunday's coming.
Everything looks different in the light.
Other night as I lay asleep __I woke to the sound of the telephone ring. __Reached for the line I tried to be brave, __'Cause only trouble would call that late. __It could've been the whisky it could've been the c**e, __Either way he was losin' his hope. __He asked me do I sit and think __About the things I do and what they mean. __I said "in life we all got a choice. __You gotta find your song you gotta use your voice.__Hold your breath and count to three, __If you know the words sing along with me." ____Which side are you on my friend? __Which side are you on? __You've grown your life in the shallow grave; __Hold it up to the sun.__We all wish we were younger then, so we would have an excuse. __Shut our mouths in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years. __Just another lonely evening, __What a waste of a Saturday night. __Just another early Sunday's coming. __Everything looks different in the light. ____ It's common sense of history __From the notes we sing to the books we read. __From the writer's pen to the dancer's feet, __Somewhere in the middle we all meet. __It's a tragic tale of industry __From the wars we wage in the name of peace. __From a child's laugh to a soldier's fear, __Somewhere in the moment we all share. __It's a nagging wave of urgency, __You and I have to change these things __Or the ground will break beneath our feet.__Swallow up you and me and everything. ____Truth hurts so this should be painless. __All you'll feel is a pinch in your spine. __From the place where the rosin bombs were__Before you went and had a good time.__Devil has so many faces__Never know which one he's hidin' behind__'Till the two of you take of your clothes__Tell each other the sweetest lines.__Just another lonely evening__What a waste of a Saturday night.__Just another early Sunday's coming__Everything looks different in the light____Which side are you on my friend?__Which side are you on? __You've grown your life in the shallow grave; __Hold it up to the sun.__We all wish we were younger then, so we would have an excuse. __Shut our mouths in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years. __Just another lonely evening, __What a waste of a Saturday night. __Just another early Sunday's coming. __Everything looks different in the light. __