So you think you've got it all worked out
OK
So you think you've got it figured out

OK
So you think you've got it all worked out
OK

And at night you've got no doubt
No way


Got a feeling inside of me
OK
... might not be

OK
... that don't move an inch
OK

... got no sense
No way


Don't tell me that god is dead
Don't tell me that Marx is dead
When it's times like this my friend

I don't feel too well myself, no
Oh no
Oh no

Oh no

So you think you've got it all worked out

OK
So you think you've got it figured out
OK

So you think you've got it all worked out
OK
And at night you've got no doubt

No way

Don't tell me that god is dead

Don't tell me that Marx is dead
When it's times like this my friend
I don't feel too well myself, no

Oh no
Oh no
Oh no