I watch the TV every night;
I stay awake by satellite.
I hope and pray the nightmares
Stay away today.
An oily shroud on a coral reef,
A black cloud's hanging over me.
When I hit on the remote,
The programs stay the same.
Credo, credo, credo, credo.
An a**egai slick with sweat and blood.
A shotgun barks at a rabid dog.
A shallow grave hugs a highway,
Beneath a bleaching sun.
[Chorus]
Credo, credo, credo, credo.
It don't mean nothin'; it don`t mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin'; it don`t mean nothin' to me.
When cancer sucks a young girl's breast.
When a company chains a young man's soul.
When the coal dust stole,
My grandad's breath away.
[Chorus]
A tattered tramp tacks a windy wind,
To close a crowded circle, a brazier's light.
A man becomes a mountain, in the falling snow.
A mother screams and a baby cries.
The memory gone before the blood has dried.
A needle p***** the conscience,
To help it fade away.
[Chorus]
The more you scream, the less you hear,
Or that`s how it used to be.
But I just can't tell the difference
Anymore these days.
The open lips of an altar boy.
A planet spins in a silent void.
The options are ever fewer,
On the ground these days.
[Chorus]
I stay awake by satellite.
I hope and pray the nightmares
Stay away today.
An oily shroud on a coral reef,
A black cloud's hanging over me.
When I hit on the remote,
The programs stay the same.
Credo, credo, credo, credo.
An a**egai slick with sweat and blood.
A shotgun barks at a rabid dog.
A shallow grave hugs a highway,
Beneath a bleaching sun.
[Chorus]
Credo, credo, credo, credo.
It don't mean nothin'; it don`t mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin'; it don`t mean nothin' to me.
When cancer sucks a young girl's breast.
When a company chains a young man's soul.
When the coal dust stole,
My grandad's breath away.
[Chorus]
A tattered tramp tacks a windy wind,
To close a crowded circle, a brazier's light.
A man becomes a mountain, in the falling snow.
A mother screams and a baby cries.
The memory gone before the blood has dried.
A needle p***** the conscience,
To help it fade away.
[Chorus]
The more you scream, the less you hear,
Or that`s how it used to be.
But I just can't tell the difference
Anymore these days.
The open lips of an altar boy.
A planet spins in a silent void.
The options are ever fewer,
On the ground these days.
[Chorus]