You never said it was a bed of roses

But you never said it was a bed of nails

You never told me 'bout the rubber hoses

Or how unsteady on the justice scales

I need the wild truth

The wild truth

The wild truth

On the street there are a billion people

They got no love they got no hope

They got no youth they got no beauty

They're looking backwards through a telescope

They need the wild truth

The wild truth

The wild truth

Whatever happened to the man walking down the street

With his hands in his pockets whistling a tune

Science fiction and nostalgia have become the same thing

I don't know how to make any choices anymore I mean

Who do I vote for

I get the feeling that as soon as

Something appears in the paper it ceases to be true

I have to meet the man who can crack this world of justice

Like a safe

Someone with the courage to allow room for

Good things to run wild

Into the wild truth

The wild truth

The wild truth

We don't need no voodoo stories

From no magic president

Who tries to make a dream a fait accompli

By using phantoms for his evidence

We need the wild truth

The wild truth

The wild truth

I tell a hundred thousand lies that twist me

Into the noise where I hide my sin

My shame and scandal pull me down and kiss me

I can't live a life that might have been

I need the wild truth

The wild truth

The wild truth

Are we supposed to take all this greed and fear and hatred

Seriously It's like watching dust settle it never changes

It's too consistent

Mercy is not consistent it's like the wind

It goes where it will

Mercy is comic and it's the only

Thing worth taking seriously

I need the wild truth

The wild truth

I need the wild truth

The wild truth