German-American Line of Hits lyrics

when everybody dies around you, from someone else's gun,
it really makes you stop and think about the years to come.
something good had to happen to the human race.
we all had better stop hoping and set our heads on straight.
you've gotta turn over a new leaf,
'cause that old one's turning on you.
we've gotta turn over a new leaf.
if the future's only hoped for, we are doomed.

There's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon, and a little
sullen
Girl face-up staring at the moon
And there's no one around to hear their lonesome cries
Then they pass away alone into the night
Why do we pity the dead?
Are you churned by emotion from the voices in your head?
(Are you scared of the logic that swirls within your head?)
Look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why

There's a watch in my pocket and its hands are broken.
The face is blank but the gears are turning.
Confusion is a fundamental state of mind.
It doesn't really matter what I'm figuring out.
I'm guaranteed to wind up in a state of doubt
And sanity is a full-time job
In a world that is always changing,
And sanity is a state of mind
That you believe in, sanity.