if stand, fair and justnnthen fall, to the dustnnwhen dead, on the groundnnthen rise, with the soundnnnnthere's no escape, this life is difficultnni'm eating dirt and grinning widennred roses wilt, and violets pass awaynnbut lonely turtles crawl insidennnnstop time, find a gripnnrewind, pause the songnnno luck, losing handnnstill time, grinding onnnnnthere's no escape, this life is difficultnni'm eating dirt and grinning widennred roses wilt, and violets pass awaynnbut lonely turtles crawl insidennnni can't help you john,nnif you won't let me in;nni can't buy your love,nnmy wallet drained bone dry;nni can't win this war,nnbut it seems you're up in arms;nnthe desert dirt has shinednndown upon the sunn