everybody knowsnso everyone saysnit's built on your bonesnit's stacked on your stonesnand everybody triesnto mean it for realnlike who do you trustnwhat do you stealnand how many foreigners can i really feelnyou put away all your poemsnand you buried the boxnthe day that you were rejectednfrom the school of hard knocksnand i took a permanent markernto my deepest desiresntook a look inside and i cutnall of the wiresnhands up we got back to the questionsngave up on a better directionnhands up we go back to the sceneni often wonder what the answers meannthere's a place in the skynwhere the canadians gonthey got a password that ini don't think i'll ever knownso we keep a place in the cornernwhere we can stay for a whilenjust keep your hands in your lapndon't give a smile don't give a smilenhands up we go back to the questionsngave up on a better directionnhands up no it never endsnwould you go country before all your friendsnhands up we go back to the questionsngave up on another electionnhands up with your heart on your sleevenoh life before death - yeah oh yeah, i believe.