So you think you got a problem? I hear you're hiding out in Harlem You just can't fake it Our friends don't care You held his hand until he let go And now you're resting on your sorrows You've got to face him And I just can't take it no more I've got to let you know I got to feel it You got to let it go I'll show you afterwards Cut it up until it's all gone You make new friends and then you rob 'em Well I know As anybody knows Deaf dumb and dumb And all your derelict friends All would trade you in We've all got problems I just can't take it no more I've got to let you know I got to feel it You got to let it go I'll show you afterwards And?? Of what you fear From this side Hey It's not what you think But what you do And peace is seldom made Without the violent cool And in the wake of the dead Heroes on the walls of the high school halls And while I pledge my allegiance I can feel the secrets Of a couple of schemers Rebels and mods(?) and crimson walls Well they all died for the same cause In a classless showdown I don't want to hear it any more I've got to let you know I got to feel it You got to let it go I'll show you afterwards