Wake up, oh wake up, don't sleep, please   I had another one of those dreams   Where your feet are bound together   And the tin man is spinning again   Hold my hand, I will stand as the world turns around me   Lock the door to the yard or the wind is bound   To blow my fragile anchors away      Who's gonna carry the blame?   Who's gonna take up the campaign   When these injured streets are bleeding?   Politicians in command are washing their hands   Got to tend the marching bands   When the battered streets are   When the battered streets are   When the battered streets are bleeding      And I am losing my hold   There are soldiers in the hallway   They will break down these walls   There's an apparation behind the bedroom blinds   There is black ink in the bathroom sink   If the gunmen don't let her go   Or the snake outside will swallow the house      Who's gonna carry the blame?   Who's gonna take up the campaign   When these injured streets are bleeding?   Politicians in command are washing their hands   Got to tend the marching bands   When the battered streets are   When the battered streets are   When the battered streets are bleeding      And I know you will try   But you cannot protect me from these shadows inside   'Cause these dreams I have are so much bigger   Than the blade of a knife or a shotgun's trigger   If the gunmen don't let her go   Or the snake outside will swallow the house      Who's gonna carry the blame?   Who's gonna take up the campaign   When these injured streets are bleeding?   Politicians in command are washing their hands   Got to tend the marching bands   When the battered streets are   When the battered streets are   When the battered streets are bleeding      Who's gonna carry the blame?   Who's gonna take up the campaign?   When the battered streets are   When the battered streets are   When the battered streets are bleeding