Help Yourself

If you take a ride on a plane or a train
You know you're going somewhere
But is it in vain
Oh tell me
Please tell me
Catch a staring glance at the man on the ground
Do you think his life has been lost or found
Please tell me
Oh tell me

Is anybody out there
Can you find it in your heart to care
Do you find it the same

In your life, you must help yourself
If you don't
There will be no one else
You've got to save yourself, you know, you know

If you want the apple of your eye
You've gotta make a move
Give it one more try
Then savor the flavor

Got to get up, got to feel the day
Make a strong move
Make it all go your way
Baby, not just maybe

Is anybody out there
Can you find it in your heart to care
Do you find it the same

In your life, you must help yourself
If you don't
There will be no one else
You've got to save yourself, you know, you know

Would you rather the feeling
Of no feeling at all
A soundless sea that slips toward
The morning shore, where you stand transfixed
Void of emotion, no clue of a notion
Transfixed like a stone
Enthralled by the feeling of no feeling at all

Pushed by my sail
I am moved by the whale
As he floats through life's seas
He seems always at ease
Show me how

Centurions guard the finely-tuned sensors
That tremble at the slightest onset of stirrings
Which switch the dampers to absorb the emotion
And trigger the filter that screens out
Time and passing

Transfixed like a stone
Enthralled by the feeling of no feeling at all

Pushed by my sail
I am moved by the whale
As he floats through life's seas
He seems always at ease
Show me how

What ya gonna do when it hits the fan
Open your mind, make a brand new plan
Do you realize that it's in your head
Wanna understand but refuse instead
If you take a deep breath and inhale
Maybe you can understand the whale
We either comprehend or we seem to fail

Pushed by my sail
I am moved by the whale
As he floats through life's seas
He seems always at ease
Show me how

You think you know what makes me happy
You think you know what makes me cry
You think you know everything about me
Well from the horse's mouth it's lies
You say you know the situation
You say you understand just why
You know shit about absolutely nothing
You're gonna get no clues from this guy

You should think about not faking all the time
Discretion is a word that's always on my mind

Don't make me listen
I just can't listen
'cause it brings me down, you're such a clown
Just take that red nose off your face
Don't you feel ashamed, don't you feel disgraced

You're afraid to admit to being guilty
You're afraid to stare at your face
And you pretend that life is always rosy
Wake up and join the human race

How can you honestly say you love me
When you can't even love yourself
You think your word is gospel now
You're just repeating past opinions

You should think about not faking all the time
Discretion is a word that's always on my mind

Don't make me listen
I just can't listen
'cause it brings me down, you're such a clown
Just take that red nose off your face
Don't you feel ashamed, don't you feel disgraced

Well you should think about not faking all the time
Discretion is a word that's always on my mind

Don't make me listen
I just can't listen
'cause it brings me down, you're such a clown
Just take that red nose off your face
Don't you feel ashamed, don't you feel disgraced

When they sell the final weapon, we can all watch it blow
Keep the people working, working
Keep the people working, working
Keep the people working, working
Gotta keep the people working

In the bed of iron they cast the final weapon
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working

From the mines of anatolia to the isle of mandalay
Along the coast of sullen africa, they're queuing up to pay
No cause, i don't discriminate, i sell to those who buy
There never was an innocent who didn't want to die
And with demand upon the increase what could keep the cost down
If i keep the people fighting, i can really go to town
No surprise, the cash you borrow, we can close the deal tomorrow
Just swiss francs or dollars won't cause me any borrow, boy

In a bed of iron they cast the final weapon
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working
In a bed of iron they cast the final weapon
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working

Everybody itching for someone to serve the task
I'll arm the politician for the coup, the crew, the cast,
I have a score of different faces, i can look like a lord
Seen in high places, flying on the concorde

Well you can marvel at precision, you can dial a telephone
Call up color vision from the safety of your home
You can mount the great offensive from a button by the chair
If you arm the right system, you can ionize the air

In a bed of iron, they cast the final weapon
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working
In a bed or iron they cast the final weapon
Just to keep the people working, got to keep the people working
Like the wind across the frontier or the breaking light of day
I push across the mountains, all around the bay of biscay

Freeze in north america, boil in pakistan
All along the amazon, from the fire to the frying pan

Whether air, sea or battle ground, desert sand or snow
When they sell the final weapon we can all watch it blow

Heaven help the soul that's severed
From the place where it belongs
Caught up in the mindless struggle
Of the weak against the strong
Headlights along the border
Keep the peace, their law and order

Why can't we see it's all a record of lies
It's their kind of strength
It's their only defense
An imaginary line

Just a kid and his younger brother
Headed for the wire
Had no rights in the telescopic sights
Of the vigilante's rifle fire

And now he's buried on the border
Where the rivers are blood not water

Why can't we see it's all a record of lies
(why can't we see)
It's their kind of truth
It can only be proved
With imaginary lines

In times like these concerning
Who decides which bridge is burning
Don't fall for-map reading
Just make sure that you're still breathing

After the lines were drawn, the children would
Dream of the pearls and how beautiful they were.
Year after year they would dive to the bottom of
The lagoon hoping that the oysters would come
Back. they risked everything-their homes, families
And meager possessions-to search for the pearls.
To make sure they were heavy enough to reach the
Bottom, the children tied stones to their backs.
Many of them died, streams of blood and broken
Bodies rose to the surface of the lagoon...and
The lagoon cried.

Why can't we see it's all a record of lies
(why can't we see)
It's their kind of strength
Their only defense
An imaginary line

Why can't we see it's all a record of lies
(why can't we see)
It's their kind of truth
It can only be proved
With imaginary lines

Open the door to me
It's raining outside
Drenched in life's misery tonight
This lonely night
Day for day
With the stars falling at our feet
All the time
We were living down on easy street
She won't be home tonight
Because our luck has changed
And nothing stays the same

When the sky falls down
Does it make a sound
On the other side of town
So we live with less
Love and happiness
On the other side of town

I cry to sleep
Wondering who
Cradles you softly and true
Day for day
With the stars falling at our feet
All the time
We were living down on easy street

She won't be home tonight
Because our luck has changed
Nothing stays the same

When the sky falls down
Does it make a sound
On the other side of town
So we live with less
Love and happiness
On the other side of town