Button your lip. Don't let the shield slip.Take a fresh grip on your bullet
proof mask.And if they try to break down your disguise with their questionsYou
can hide, hide, hide,"I'll tell you what, I'll give you three blacks, and play
you for five...""Ta! You was unlucky there son""Time gentleman!"Behind paranoid
eyes.
You put on our brave face and slip over the road for a jar.Fixing your grin as
you casually lean on the bar,Laughing too loud at the rest of the worldWith the
boys in the crowdYou hide, hide, hide,Behind petrified eyes.
You believed in their stories of fame, fortune and glory.Now you're lost in a
haze of alcohol soft middle ageThe pie in the sky turned out to be miles too
high.And you hide, hide, hide,Behind brown and mild eyes.
"Oi!"
