Will I shoot you down?
When you reach your hand will I hold it strong?
Will I turn around?
Please mister tell me there´s a method to it all
To be dying from the inside out
Twist and shout
How does it feel
To be dying ´cause I´m dying too
When I hear your feed down on Mercy street
Will I walk on by?
When I see your face in the world of gray
Will i run and hide?
Please mister tell me there´s a message for us all