I’ve got a hole in my armnAt least it is not in my heartnAnd there was a joke in the hall that fell like a stone on younnAnd you will soon realize nThat on your own your eyes don’t work as they didnThey see things in a different waynnI’ve got a friend who says: “I don’t know why I keep trying again and again”nBut I’ve got a feeling that all that will change nBut then how can we ever be sure of anything at all?nnAnd you will soon realize nThat on your own your eyes don’t work as they didnThey see things in a different waynnI’ve got a hole in my arm nFrom all the rockets that fell