wishing wells are fine in fairy tales but they've got no business here where evil's very real and children are known to just disappear magic spells still hold no currency where people are lining up to sell their dignity when reality's a show they'll crawl through mud i fear sometimes we ain't got a hope in hell i've half a mind to hang the next fool to wish me well to wish me well it comes as no surprise all that rises to the top before our very eyes with each generation expectation drops i feel sometimes we ain't got a hope in hell i've half a mind to hang the next fool to wish me well to wish me well tell me when when will the truth prevail to clear away all the smug and smirking juveniles and save us from all the bloodthirsty thugs