I am wise to the ways of the world The one that cries in its sleep at night That comes up to me posing as you Asking for something it can never use Falling on its knees when I read the news I don't know what makes me cry anymore I don't know what makes me cry anymore I am wise I am tired of the ways of the world The one that gets louder every day That rips itself open nothing it won't show First in color now in stereo Here's my tragedy I wanted you to know I don't know what makes me cry anymore I don't know what makes me cry anymore There's so much coming at us now It's like I'm dreaming If I said what I should say I would be screaming I am wise to the ways of the world The one that cries out for crying out loud That comes to the table with blood in its mouth Claiming to be righteous, claiming devout Saying everything except what it's about I don't know what makes me cry anymore I don't know what makes me cry anymore I'm sick of shock, sick of gory I want to hear Little struggles little glories Is anybody here wise Is anybody here wise Is anybody here