Lyrics

Button your lip and don't let the shield slip Take a fresh grip on your bulletproof mask And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions (Hello Kenna, how are you tonight?) You can hide, hide, hide Behind paranoid eyes You put on your brave face and slip over the road for a jar Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar Laughing too loud at the rest of the world With the boys in the crowd You can hide, hide, hide (I'll tell you what, I'll give you three blacks, and play you for five) Behind petrified eyes (Ta! You was unlucky there, son) You believed in their stories of fame, fortune, and glory Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high And you hide, hide, hide (Time gentleman!) Behind brown and mild eyes (Oi!)