give me your hand now
this isn't the way that i'm
supposed to give it up


dear captain
i'm a captive

of the lost crowd
of people defined by industry


we're all born as little children
divided by the red carpet
and as amends are made we all die

on these, old city streets

We all live as little people

blinded by bright lights
and when all's been done
they just leave us in these cold city nights


This is not how all the lonely people
wanted to be looked at

are we all lonely people

Now you'll say listen up

nothings gonna change your world
but one touch will take it all away
go back, to nowhere land,

and make those so-called plans
with all said and done
the red carpet bleeds your name

now you can be free as a bird
but always ask yourself
"do you know who you are?"


Drink up red water, raise your glass
here's to a wonderful life

and it ends as bitter as the wine
with your blood on these streets
as you make these ends meet

you'll be falling out soon
so drink up the water.