No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
The change, it had to come,
We knew it all along.
We were liberated from the fold, that's all,
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed -
'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war.
