| Out of fate And we sit around the table on Friday evening And we drink our sins away in beer And we begin to look for discussion And we try to make some jokes And we lie for nothing And we cry for nothing Cause we don't want to see the truth Can't we see what is really happening Can't we break the mirror on our eyes And we don't complain cause we're missing something But we complain for things we have And we only make friends when we're drunk enough And we hide and we lie And we lie for nothing And we cry for nothing Cause we don't want to see the truth Can't we see what is really happening Can't we break the mirror on our eyes |