Well we dance without our shoes, 
But there's glass around our feet 
And we'd walk around the town, 
But we're allergic to concrete 
We'd be stuffed to the gills 
But there's nothing here to eat 
No, there's nothing here to eat 
No, there's nothing here to eat 

Oh, well we'd love to rest our eyes 
But we hear the floor boards creek 
So, we lie with one eye open and 
Clutch knives between the sheets 
If there's no rest for the wicked 
Well, then we'll never get no sleep 
We'll never get no sleep 
No, we'll never get no sleep 
Oh, no... 

'Cause we're banging our head's against brick walls 
And the walls are hard and our head's are soft 
It's a painful way to get attention 
It's a painful way to get attention 

We're banging our head's against brick walls 
And the walls are hard and our head's are soft 
It's a painful way to get attention 
It's a painful way to get attention 

We're banging our head's against brick walls 
And the walls are hard and our head's are soft 
It's a painful way to get attention 
It's a painful way to get attention 

We're banging our head's against brick walls 
And the walls are hard and our head's are soft 
It's a painful way to get attention 
It's a painful way to get attention 

We're banging our head's against brick walls 
And the walls are hard and our head's are soft 
It's a painful way to get attention 
It's a painful way to get attention 

We're banging our head's against brick walls 
And the walls are hard and our head's are soft 
It's a painful way to get attention 
It's a painful way to get attention, no

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