Sirens are a-screaming, shots ring out at night

Movie cameras rolling in

And there goes my hero with his head between his legs

And all this time I believed in him

Now, what is the sound of snow falling down

On the tombstone in the dead of the night?

And who is the hound at the downtown dog pound

Who speaks English when the watchman's not in sight?

And where will you be in 1993

Still sitting in the same chair

Sinning is for sinners and I'm just a beginner

But I've never really been punched there

Hey, ain't it strange how some things never change

Ain't it strange how nothing stays the same

You were thinking I was distressed about some universal press

But I was just depressed about my last pinball game

I've learned to accept and not to expect

The respect and neglect that I get

And I try not to forget about what hasn't happened yet

And on this, I place my last bet

Hey, did you give what you get

Did you get what you give of your fair share of wear and tear

Winning is for winners and I know spring follows winter

But I've never really been touched there

You know, it's hard to be nice when hate becomes your vice

And you can't find peace anywhere

Love's just not for lovers, get off your high horse brother

Drop your fist and get out of here