On a knife edge razor day   If you listen long enough they've got nothing to say      It's a time warp place don't change   The rhythm of the night, the beating rain      You move fast to get off of that merry-go-round      There's one gun, probably more   And the others are pointing at our back door      At the best hotel of all   Put my name on the wall, put my bed on the floor      You get much less well it seems like more   Heart's still sore      Word crimes, bitter lies   Bitter crimes, government lies