| Hurry up and sound the charge | |
| The moment's arrived to reap the fruit of change | |
| To drive out all the good old days | |
| The variety show you still draw hope from | |
| You white-wash all in self-control | |
| But your eyes are giving you away | |
| If it's reason against wine | |
| I'll choose the wine | |
| The gloomy smile the sweet denial | |
| If it's mirage against no meaning | |
| Like I think it is | |
| I'll be a child of entertainment | |
| I drove all night to be with you | |
| I ask how you are, but you don't answer | |
| Why are you so influenced? | |
| What makes you think that you've done something wrong? | |
| You white-wash all in self-control | |
| But your eyes are giving you away | |
| I'll be a deadman walking | |
| I'll be a deadman walking | |
| I'll be a deadman walking | |
| I'll be a child of entertainment |