Wake up, oh wake up, don't sleep, pleasenI had another one of those dreamsnWhere your feet are bound togethernAnd the tin man is spinning againnHold my hand, I will stand as the world turns around menLock the door to the yard or the wind is boundnTo blow my fragile anchors awaynnWho's gonna carry the blame?nWho's gonna take up the campaignnWhen these injured streets are bleeding?nPoliticians in command are washing their handsnGot to tend the marching bandsnWhen the battered streets arenWhen the battered streets arenWhen the battered streets are bleedingnnAnd I am losing my holdnThere are soldiers in the hallwaynThey will break down these wallsnThere's an apparition behind the bedroom blindsnThere is black ink in the bathroom sinknIf the gunmen don't let her gonOr the snake outside will swallow the housennWho's gonna carry the blame?nWho's gonna take up the campaignnWhen these injured streets are bleeding?nPoliticians in command are washing their handsnGot to tend the marching bandsnWhen the battered streets arenWhen the battered streets arenWhen the battered streets are bleedingnnAnd I know you will trynBut you cannot protect me from these shadows insiden'Cause these dreams I have are so much biggernThan the blade of a knife or a shotgun's triggernIf the gunmen don't let her gonOr the snake outside will swallow the housennWho's gonna carry the blame?nWho's gonna take up the campaignnWhen these injured streets are bleeding?nPoliticians in command are washing their handsnGot to tend the marching bandsnWhen the battered streets arenWhen the battered streets arenWhen the battered streets are bleedingnnWho's gonna carry the blame?nWho's gonna take up the campaign?nWhen the battered streets arenWhen the battered streets arenWhen the battered streets are bleeding