Tell me why you're left alone in the cold Tell me why you've got nobody to hold Tell me why you've got no soul of your own Please tell me you've got someplace you can go It goes on and on 'Til the morning comes 'Cause you've got no place that you can call your own Explain to me your tragedies in your own Words will be the death of me you know Stand a little taller, speak a little louder, you've got the devil on your shoulder Speak in rhyme to buy your time to cross that line It goes on and on and on and on (Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why)