It all works out
  It all works out
  It all works out
  It all works out
  
  I'm waiting for a word beyond our history
  And paper tigers dance about within the mystery
  Clover of substance I can't put my finger on
  And stepping over sidewalk cracks I'm catching the last one
  
  The silent waiting room, the padded soundproof wall
  Have become much more terrifying than the shadowed hall
  So you can have your reasons for the bloody war
  I know I don't want to hate you for what you're not sorry for
  
  Kill the king
  Strip the queen
  Are you a friend
  Dear Charlie Sheen
  
  Roll over Johnny boy
  Your song is on the tube
  And with it died a dream of mine...
  Releasing the balloon
  It seems that lately nothing that I ever thought
  Can stand up to the pressure of the crap that I have bought
  So turn the page and be sure that you rip it out
  'Cause it won't be there otherwise unless we figure out
  That there are reasons yet behind this bloody war
  And I don't want to hate you for what you're not sorry for
  
  Kill the king
  Strip the queen
  Are you my friend
  Dear Charlie Sheen