I see houses, rows and rows of red bricks
I see black cars, some blood-stained exit

I got a feeling that you, I've been in here before 
How many lives will you waste, how many tears must you taste
Before your freedom, ah-ah-ah, before your freedom, ah-ah-ah

I see mountains, blood-red sunsets
I see a billion stars, love deafened and betrayed

I got a feeling that you, I've been in here before
How many lives will you waste, how many tears must you taste
Before your freedom, ah-ah-ah, before your freedom, ah-ah-ah

Don't be late, don't be late, don't be late, don't be late
Late, don't be late, don't be late

I got a feeling that you, I've been in here before
How many lives will you waste, how many tears must you taste
Before your freedom, ah-ah-ah
I got a feeling that you, I've been in here before
How many lives will you waste, how many blood must you taste
Before your freedom, oh

It's just this murder, trouble and strife turning me into another guy
It's just murder, trouble and strife turning me into another guy, oh
Don't be late, don't be late, don't be late when I call you up