You don't have to buy into this.
You don't have to pay that kind of price.
You can easily get rid of this.
You can be stupid or you can be wise.
You don't have to get out of it,
you don't have to sweat blood
You don't have to live like a turtle in a pond,
Well, whatever's got you crippled with pain,
whatever's got you buried in a hole
You don't have to be a tortured soul
You don't have to be stupefied
Crushed underfoot like a slave
You don't have to be riddled with envy
Chasing the illusions you crave
You don't have to feel pressurized
You can just take off the lid
You don't have to give it
You don't have to be a tortured soul,
Scots may call out your name
Diseased whores may flaunt
themselves in front of you
But that's the oldest game
All that broken glass that you sit on
All that ledge you keep on your roof
That albatross you hang round your
neck like an unlucky charm
That all keeps you from the truth
No, you don't have to buy into it
You can be stupid and you can be wise
You don't have to give it no
You don't have to be a tortured soul
You don't have to be a tortured soul