There is a man with no face and a name I don't remember living in a house in the middle of the woods and he said once “Son don't you ever laugh out loud for they are listening, yes they are listening.
Oh you've got to be strong.
Oh, you've got to keep holding on, it's just a matter of time.”

They provide the paint for the picture perfect masterpiece that you will paint on the insides of your eyelids; can you possibly see anything you want to see?
No (Hell no) “There's nothing wrong with the way I see” and he wanted to be a soldier in the next great war he wanted to kill and fight and maim and not be told what he was fighting for.
And that's the way it's going to have to be my friend, and that's the way it's going to have to be my friend.

I passed a man on the corner in the city yesterday singing “Yada yada yada and tomorrow it'll end” and I thought I'd never live to see another sunny day but I'm here and I fear I'll be here until the end.

So watch your mouth or you're going to make a grave mistake.
Hold your tongue or you're going to catch a bullet in the head.
So watch your mouth or you're going to make a grave mistake.
Don't die for anything less than the best of life.

The things they said went to your head but you never tried to understand:
In the end you will never take back what they take when they take what they can because they can from you.
You follow me and you follow me but you never ask why and I wonder what you're under could this be another piece of the “I don't know I just do what they say because they say what to do in a matter of fact way” but don't stop because you might get burned and you might just learn how to stand on your own two feet and I think that it's neat how you learn to repeat everything that you hear in the street so well.

And everyone was resting because they thought it was the end and even if it wasn't they decided they'd pretend and somewhere in the distance I could hear him whispering, “You can fight all you want they will win in the end”
Sometimes in the evening when I'm lying in my bed I am taken to the forest to that isolated shed and I wake with his words resonating in my head and I can't stop thinking about the gist of what he said.
He said:

So watch your mouth or you're going to make a grave mistake.
Hold your tongue or you're going to catch a bullet in a head.
So watch your mouth or you're going to make a grave mistake.
Don't die for anything less than the best of, everyone settles for the rest not the best of, I will die for no less than the best of life.