As I was walking through a life one morning
The sun was out, the air was warm but oh
I was cold
And though I must have looked a half a person
To tell the tale in my own version
It was only then that I felt whole

Do you believe in something beautiful?
Then, get up and be it
Fighting for the smallest goal
To get a little self-control
I know how hard you try
I see it in your eyes
Call your friends, 'cause we've forgotten
What it's like to eat what's rotten
And what's eating you alive
Might help you to survive

We went on, as we were on a mission
Latest in a Grand Tradition
Oh, what did we find?
It was Ego who was flying the banner
Me and Mia, Ann and Ana, oh
We'd been unkind

Do you believe in something beautiful?
Then, get up and be it
Fighting for the smallest goal
To get a little self-control
I see it in your eyes
I see it in your spine
But call your friends, 'cause we've forgotten
What it's like to eat what's rotten
And what's eating you alive
Might help you to survive

Even the nights that could get better
And even the days aren't all that bad
And after a week of fighting
As more and more it seems the right thing

Do you believe in something beautiful?
Then get up and be it
Fighting for the smallest goal
To gain a little self-control
Won't anybody here just let you disappear?
Not doctors, nor your mom and dad
But me and Mia, Ann and Ana
Know how hard you try
Don't you see it in my eyes?

Sick to death of my dependence
Fighting food to find transcendence
Fighting to survive
More dead, but more alive
Cigarettes and speed to live
And sleeping pills to feel forgiven
All that you contrive
And all that you're deprived

All the bourgeois social angels
Telling you you've got to change
Don't have any idea
They'll never see so clear
But don't forget what it really means to
Hunger strike
When you don't really need to
Some are dying for the cause, but that don't make it yours
And even the nights, they could get better

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Theodore F Leo