Schemers

So you think you got a problem?
I hear you're hiding out in Harlem
You just can't fake it
Our friends don't care

You held his hand until he let go
And now you're resting on your sorrows
You've got to face him
And I just can't take it no more

I've got to let you know
I gotta feel it
You got to let it go
I'll show you afterwards

Cut it up until it's all gone
You make new friends and then you rob 'em
Well, I know as anybody knows
Deaf dumb and dumb

And all your derelict friends
All would trade you in
We've all got problems
But I just can't take it no more

I've got to let you know
I gotta feel it
You gotta let it go
I'll show you afterwards

And ??
Of what you fear
From this side

Hey, it's not what you think
But what you do
And peace is seldom made
Without the violent cool
And in the wake of the dead

Heroes on the walls of the high school halls
And while I pledge my allegiance
Well, I can feel the secrets
Of a couple of schemers

Rebels and the mods and the crimson walls
Well, they all died for the same cause
And in a classless showdown
I don't want to hear it any more

I've got to let you know
I gotta feel it
You gotta let it go
I'll show you afterwards