Backstage I cross the middle ground
Curtains up, and house lights down
I sing love songs and pass myself around
But afterwords some people say
They thought I put them down
They feel so bad, it doesn't matter what I say
I hope tomorrow they have a better day
They seem so trapped, they need release
They need your strong love and strange peace
Reporters question me, “is this a new direction for the young?”
How lamb-like their faces, how snake-like their tongues
They quote me perfectly then rewrite every word I speak
And go away convinced we are some new kind of freaks
I feel so good it doesn't matter what they say
I hope tomorrow they have a better day
We're all so trapped, we need release
We need your strong love and strange peace...
