in my backyard the box i never built fixing up just seems so hard the
neglecting of my guilt so long hope i never see you i'm strong but i could
never free you if i tried with all my might if i never shed a tear i'd be
quivering with fright wishing i could disappear i'm weighing the fact and
fiction diluting the truth with diction and empty promises bye bye put the
wind beneath your heels your eyes know exactly how i feel like the
prosecutors knives a virus that's contained like a cat with no more lives
just a memory remains
(John Ashton/guitar, Dave Franklin/bass, Simone Simonton/drums)