i put blame hate and fear in a little box sealed it with one thousand locks threw away the key makes no difference to me reality is just a logical dream if i ever uncover any sensible truth i'll sell it for a quarter at a telephone booth 'cause i got too much to say and nothing to show for all the reasons i don't know i spent too much time waiting for another day another day i'm still wastin' away watching the tv screen flash pictures of battle scense too far away to seem real and now the boys and girls shout for peace but what have they done to curb the disease war spreads like fire and before you know it your hearts been burned away is your heart okay?