All those years Wanting to be here All those tragedies I screamed at And laughed at And threw in the trash And still they stand Their lives burn so bright They've long since defined What's wrong and what's right Can't be sensitive It's been done What's left to be said Will be spoken in tongues Rumors fly From simple minds Simple minds But no simple lies Being here after all this time Being laughed at Being judged Like being in bed with a porcupine A thousand pricks against one All those years Waiting to be here All those songs they laughed at Ignored And called out of tune And still they stand Their lives burn so bright They've long been defined What's wrong and what's right Can't be sensitive It's been done What's left to be said Will be spoken in tongues