(Going to a) Cruel Country

They say if you don't have a story to tell

You better rest on the shelf, you better rot in hell

But I want to take this seriously

We only have one life, it gets the best of me

I'm going to a Cruel Country

Where everybody recognize me

Where everybody knows my story

No time to hide

I'm going to a Cruel Country

Where everybody recognize me

Where everybody knows my story

Don't pass me by, don't pass me by

My brother was two years older than me

He couldn't walk nor talk, behold a sight to see

My friends laughed as food was dripping out of his mouth

And then they laughed at me

Sport was not my tea

Muso, fatso, girlie and geek

Beware of this year's fool gone cycling back to school

I fell flat on my face and got a hole in my chin

Some tourists picked me up, I didn't die for my sin

I'm going to a Cruel Country

Where everybody recognize me

Where everybody knows my story

No time to hide

I'm going to a Cruel Country

Where everybody recognize me

Where everybody knows my story

Don't pass me by, don't pass me by

The village will always be my corner of home

The voices in my head made me less alone

Sing when the winter darkens the woods

Feel less afraid, you sang it quite good

Songs from the past and songs from the now

If you can deal in song then everything can fly

Sing when the winter darkens the woods

Feel less afraid, you sang it quite good

I'm going to a Cruel Country

Where everybody recognize me

Where everybody knows my story

No time to hide

I'm going to a Cruel Country

Where everybody recognize me

Where everybody knows my story

Don't pass me by, don't pass me by

Don't pass me by

Don't pass me by

Going to a Cruel Country

Cruel Country

Cruel Country

Don't pass me by