Tired faces scream from their bright magazines, Got their fingernails clamped to the page, With a look of the born to be painfully ordinary gods of a desperate age Theres no stories to tell, but theres a spokesperson yelling At a volume to drown out your voice, Saying "justice be done, theres a change gonna come, But in secret and you wont get a choice." So to hell with the world, I still love you my girl, You've been crazy to stay by my side, So lets stand and lets sing, and there are beautiful things If you know the places they hide And the bands playing tunes that mean nothing to you, But you can dance better with the devil you know All along I was taught to keep my head above the water, But I might just prefer it below Yes, and maybe the greatest of heroes Inhabit the stories that nobody hears, Yes, and maybe these songs that could've brought you to life Weren't allowed to come close to your ears So to hell with the world, I still love you my girl, You've been crazy to stay by my side, So lets stand and lets sing, and there are beautiful things If you know the places they hide And theyll hide from you darling, they will Far away from the changing regimes Theres a light, theres a right, tonight isn't as dark as it seems So when victory comes at too heavy a price, Well, theres honor in choosing defeat Like the boy who was given the keys to the world And decided to sleep in the street So to hell with the world, oh, I still love you my girl, You've been crazy to stay by my side, So lets stand and lets sing, and there are these beautiful things If you know the places they hide