Everybody's got a story to tell Everybody's got something to hide Everybody's got something to say Everybody finds someone to divide.
And the beast is finally far away from me But it's not so far if it's stuck in my mind. He's got half his head underneath his baby's bed Full of stuff, He'll soon grow up to find.
And there's something hunting on the streets again It's following the coloured prints on a dress. Another flashback yet again begins Swimming in my head and through the red In my veins.
Everybody's got something to share Everybody's got something to take Everybody's got something to sell Everybody's got their forms of prey.