Button your lip
And don't let the shield slip
Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask
And if they try, to break down your disguise with their questions
You can hide, hide, hide
Behind paranoid eyes
You put on your brave face and slip over the road for a job
Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar
Laughing too loud at the rest of the world
With the boys in the crowd
You can hide, hide, hide
{I'll tell you what, I'll give you three blacks, and play you for five}
Behind petrified eyes