Tired of looking sideways   With the things in black and white   No more, no more   Arguing my case to the wee hours of the night   What for? What for? What for?      Put it in your face and let the petals fall   Cursing your family name   Rather being happy was the cause of it all   Panicked and hateful, with nothing to blame      That's a useful dream that would tell it to explain   No more, no more, no more      Superstition in the image of   One night I'll rather believe   Easier to use because I made it up to deal with the same things      Tired of looking sideways   With the things in black and white   What for? What for? What for?