D C#m E We all have raised our voices D C#m E We all have done our crimes D C#m E We've been excused for every lie D C#m E There's no such thing as perfect D C#m E So we could make those plans D C#m E Or would you have it otherwise? D C#m E And on the fulcrum we stand on D C#m E We aim for a better view D C#m E But then you trip over faultines D C#m E Of which you never knew Then you start to mail all of the blame D C#m E Find it back on your door next day D C#m E Like twists and turns in radio plays and movies D C#m E Mount the script in your autobiography D C#m E Take the hero's place and the hero's name D C#m E Manufacture spiels for a stranger's sake D C#m E You bitch for truth And you damn well know you're fake. D C#m E We all have miced our words D C#m E Even exchanged euphemisms D C#m E Then we say we must go for truth D C#m E We have an ear for envy D C#m E Never a tongue for praise Why can't we have it otherwise?