Late at night all alone in the bathroom
  You're freaking out cause you just can't control everything
  That happens around you
  Set in stone with no proof of validity
  Your so-called faith keeps you terrified in anything
  That threatens your standing
    The eyes of the world, the eyes of the church, the eyes of your peers
  The wagging of tongues, whispering shame, upon eager ears
    Have all the plans that you laid out so carefully
  Fallen short of your neo-Victorian fantasy
  You cling to so desperately
  So look at all your hard work is coming to
  Despite your effort you still can't buy security
  So what is your money worth?
  And maybe it's right and I should feel pain for bending the rules
  But I'm not the one who's trying to choose between fools
    Back and forth the orchestra plays
  But neither side is tuned to the other
  Back and forth the orchestra plays
  But neither side is tuned . . .
    Pull the shutters and tighten the blindfold
  Turn away anyone who doesn't fit the mold
  The story goes untold
  Despite the righteous beliefs that you profess
  You still can't cover the stain that marks your Sunday dress
  No need to confess
    Back and forth the orchestra plays