Down by the DarksideInside the breezewayWhere my thoughts are all turned insideWith no words I could sayWhy my heart just could not feelWhat my eyes could never seeAll the lies seemed so realAll the things I should beThough I know I never wasWas it all becauseI was walking down by the DarksideYeah, I was down by the DarksideDown by the DarksideWhere it seems all the fools liveI was hanging out there at a low tideI had come there to forgiveTo forgive myself for my own soul’s burningAnd for the way it’s always beenCuz I was just never learningJust remembering where and whenThrough all the good and the bad timesAnd all the whiskey, drugs and rhymesRolling fast into the DarksideYeah, I was down by the DarksideDown by the DarksideWhere the street lights never shineWhere the girls love a fast rideAnd all live on money, sex and wineYou can stand here and listen to their chatterAnd all the stories they tellPretending nothing really mattersAnd then end their sentences with “Oh well”So I have my palace down in this placeAnd a P.O. Box in case I loose the raceCause I’m a king down by the DarksideYeah, I was down by the DarksideDown by the DarksideThe marriage party is full with laughterWhere the idiot and his new brideWill drown themselve with “Happy Ever Afters”But like a buzzard the blind groom fliesOn an endless tyradeStrewn with all his broken-hearted liesAcross the living hell he has madeWas it meant to be all that it wasOr was it only just becauseThey held their wedding down by the DarksideYeah, I was down by the DarksideDown by the DarksideWhere all my friends and I now liveWe’re all so hollow on the insideAnd we all have nothing more to giveSo we all stand there blind and bleedingAlthough we all claim to be so awareOf all of our emptiness and our needingYet we’re too numb to even careCan we decide to end it allPick up the phone - make our last callThat call you must place down by the DarksideYeah, I was down by the DarksideThey say that they’ve closed down the DarksideSay that they love and that they careBut I know there, just on the outsideThe depressed millions are still standing thereThey have their tickets to the dance all stampedThey have their muzzles held to their headsThey are all gathered at the old campWhere they are all dying to be deadSo don’t waste your time wondering whyYou can find their answer in their sunken eyesRoad blocks never work down by the DarksideYeah, I was down by the Darkside.


