world goes around. word gets about. you’re lost and found. on your way out. have you been told. the truth is about. it gets rough from here. it’s time to work it out. it’s time to decide. which way you’re going. and on whose side. you better wake up. you should take more care. it gets rough from here. picket fences. that’s the system. the joys of fundamentalism. just a few more assumptions and you'll be saved. nuclear families are the go. red brick houses in a row. and saturdays always seem the same. it's not your fault. you're not liable. lose your nerve. find your bible. though the evidence points the other way. prejudice is even handed. if you start with a double standard. and still the crowd does the mexican wave.  little insects on a big day out. run with the devil in their hearts. and in their tiny heads voices cry beware. and in an empty space by an empty chair. a faint snigger. a hair trigger. falls from the sky. a white pepper melody. masquerades as remedy. no question why. no secret myth or lore. just the slightest tingle. a signal. coming soon to wipe the smile away. to withdraw. to end the promise once more. driven by emotion. hearts don’t know when to stop. no brakes. whatever it takes. whatever you’ve got. still don’t know why you play this nasty little game. and when it’s over. you know we’ll never be the same. private lives spill open onto the raw sore of public gaze. innermost secrets served up on silver trays. jaws drop. conversations stop. revenge at last. you go too fast. enjoy it while it lasts. transparent confessions go no further than an empty room. disappointed and forgotten. we used them up too soon. and before you break it up. be sure you won’t need it again. because it won’t ever be the same. that’s why you should think twice before you call my name. is it worth the trouble. is it worth the pain. a tiny pleasure. a momentary gain. you’ve uncorked the genie and you’ve thrown the bottle away. and when we wake up we remember what they say. it’s a nasty little game.