God knows what is hiding in those weak and [bad word] hearts.
I guess you kissed the girls
And made them cry,
Those hard faced queens of misadventure.
God knows what is hiding in those weak and sunken eyes,
fiery throng of muted angels
Giving love and getting nothing back.

People, help the people...
And if your homesick give me your hand and I'll hold it.
People, help the people,
And nothing will drag you down.
Oh, and if I had a brain,
Oh, and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
That turned all those good hearts away.

God knows what is hiding in this world of little consequence
Behind the tears, inside the lies,
thousand slowly dying sunsets.
God knows what is hiding in those weak and [bad word] hearts.
I guess the loneliness came knocking.
No one needs to be alone, oh, save me.

People, help the people...
And if your homesick give me your hand and I'll hold it.
People, help the people,
And nothing will drag you down.
Oh, and if I had a brain,
Oh, and if I had a brain
I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool
That turned all those good hearts away.