Letra da Música Right From The Start de End Of The Line

Hanging around, wasting the day
nothing to do, not much to say
waiting for something, some things never change
you won´t escape when the jail´s in your head
the tv-station has to make money, too
and in these days old heroes die off soon
now it´s too late, he refused to wait
to hide his fear, to controll his hate

To control his hate
ain´t a big thing to kill a man
loading, aiming, shooting, BANG
they told him killing would be cruel
an he replied: "i thought it´s cool"

Some might say it´s cause of loss of faith
that´s an easy way through his maze
those who are judges now,
who declare that he´s mad
were the ones who built the jail in his head