One was enough to get him this far,
And two would just complicate things.
He says, "you'll be sitting pretty in a dark room in the city,
'Cause one doesn't leave room for you and me."
Bill was a worker in a working plant,
He builds things that he can't afford.
But one day he'll get his revenge it won't be pretty,
Society owes him that and more.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," he says, "I think I'm doing fine,
But it may be time for bed,"
And, "I think, hey, I hate this game,
It hasn't always been this way,
Where men are judged by their mistakes."
Tortured and alone, but not by happenstance.
Has heaven saved a place setting for him?
He's riddled with regret and sin,
He's in decent shape for the shape he's in.
The world won't get the best of him again.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," he says, "I think I'm doing fine,
But it may be time for bed,"
And, "I think, hey, I hate this game,
It hasn't always been this way,
Where men are judged by their mistakes."
And he's turned his memories,
Into secrets that he keeps from himself.
And it's safe to tell it hasn't done him well.
He's been held down and told what he can do,
And that's exactly what they'll try to do to you.
One was enough to get him this far,
And two would just complicate things.
He says, "you'll be sitting pretty in a dark room in the city,
'Cause one doesn't leave room for you and me...
Oh, one doesn't leave room for you and me...
'Cause one doesn't leave room...for you and me."
And two would just complicate things.
He says, "you'll be sitting pretty in a dark room in the city,
'Cause one doesn't leave room for you and me."
Bill was a worker in a working plant,
He builds things that he can't afford.
But one day he'll get his revenge it won't be pretty,
Society owes him that and more.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," he says, "I think I'm doing fine,
But it may be time for bed,"
And, "I think, hey, I hate this game,
It hasn't always been this way,
Where men are judged by their mistakes."
Tortured and alone, but not by happenstance.
Has heaven saved a place setting for him?
He's riddled with regret and sin,
He's in decent shape for the shape he's in.
The world won't get the best of him again.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," he says, "I think I'm doing fine,
But it may be time for bed,"
And, "I think, hey, I hate this game,
It hasn't always been this way,
Where men are judged by their mistakes."
And he's turned his memories,
Into secrets that he keeps from himself.
And it's safe to tell it hasn't done him well.
He's been held down and told what he can do,
And that's exactly what they'll try to do to you.
One was enough to get him this far,
And two would just complicate things.
He says, "you'll be sitting pretty in a dark room in the city,
'Cause one doesn't leave room for you and me...
Oh, one doesn't leave room for you and me...
'Cause one doesn't leave room...for you and me."