I show my faith in a crowd though I was never lost anyway I put practice into what it means to free the boat from bay But I'm patronized by the laughing wasted on another Because of what does not humour me is anybody's guess to me And I don't even want to walk outside I remember the light at the end of the tunnel if I stare into the fire Someday in so many sayings, right around any bend The queen of deceit has left it all to me, but man I hate That I'm patronized by the laughing wasted on another And of what tends to humour me aint only empty ends to means And I don't even want to walk outside I remember the light at the end of the tunnel if I stare into the fire And I don't know if I should laugh or cry I still remember the light at the end of the tunnel if I stare into the fire