Everybody knows... but no-one´s saying nothing
And It´s a sound so very loud... that no-one can hear
I got something in my shoes... it´s keeping me from walking
Down the long and winding road... back home to you

And round this town you´ve ceased to be
That´s what you get for sleeping with the enemy
Where angels fly you won´t play
So guess who´s gonna take the blame for...

My big mouth, my big name
Who´ll put on my shoes while they´re walking
Slowly down the hall of fame?
Into my big mouth, you could fly a plane
Who´ll put on my shoes while they´re walking
Slowly down the hall of fame?
Slowly down the hall of fame?

I ain´t never spoke to God
And I ain´t never been to heaven
But you assumed I knew the way
Even though the map was given
And as you look into the eyes
Of a bloody cold assassin
Only then you´ll realise
With who´s life you have been messin´