you change then they label us bastards or traitors, They're charlatans, they're haters, they start on us but they're fake as, Our parliament, but don't be disheartened by them pardon their failures, If we don't forgive our enemies, we'll crawl the walls like centipedes, Burn our energy like fossil fuels and fuel our own damn effigy, And we'll all burn like Hennessey, so keep on then and step with me, John Lennon let it be, dead the beef like abattoirs, before these scavengers tear at me Chorus I've been waiting to come back, Like where the hell is the show? Like a balloon on a thumbtack, Getting ready to blow, I've been waiting to come back, Like where the hell is the show? Like a balloon on a thumbtack, Getting ready to blow Suffa Verse 2 And it might blow up but it won't go pop, And it might blow up but it won't burst, She said she might grow old but she won't grow up, Well she might, but only if I go first, She wears her heart on her sleeve like; she's wearing a patch on her shoulder, It's not a matter of whether I can catch her, more a matter of whether I can hold her, She thinks out loud she's got me; she laughs with her whole body, I think about how she got it all figured out and wonder why she'd even want me? Each night I find it's the same ole, when I crawl