| Is anybody out there | 
| Who still gives a damn | 
| Is there anybody out there | 
| Or am I just talking to myself | 
| You’re running with angels and the devil | 
| 'Cos you’re running out of time | 
| Now your only crime is living and being born | 
| In troubled times | 
| We only want piece of mind | 
| But baby we’re living in troubled times | 
| Not everyone will get out alive | 
| Baby we’re in troubled times | 
| I kinda get the feeling | 
| That we’re lost without a plan | 
| But it’s kinda hard to notice | 
| When your head’s down six feet in the sand | 
| They say that only darker times are coming | 
| There’ll be justice from the skies | 
| Now your only crime is living and being born | 
| In troubled times | 
| We only want piece of mind | 
| But baby we’re living in troubled times | 
| Not everyone will get out alive | 
| Baby we’re in troubled times | 
| We only want piece of mind | 
| But baby we’re living in troubled times | 
| Not everyone will get out alive | 
| Baby we’re in troubled times | 
| No there’s no piece of mind | 
| We’re living in troubled times | 
| Oh no, not everyone will get out alive | 
| We only want piece of mind | 
| But baby we’re living in troubled times | 
| Not everyone will get out alive | 
| Baby we’re in troubled times | 
| We only want piece of mind | 
| But baby we’re living in troubled times | 
| Not everyone will get out alive | 
| Baby we’re in troubled times |