But when the fire goes out
  The dark starts moving in
  And that's the truth
  Right now you're on the stand
  And I feel like the judge
  Who needs the proof?
  The slaves of truth
  It was on every face in town
  But I would not understand
  Waiting for the news
  Will it ever come my way?
  
  I won't be beat, not in a thousand years
  
  I'll never lose, if I can prove you're not the one
  Just leave me now, you're making my blood run cold
  The word is out, so go, your feet won't touch the ground
  
  Now that she has gone
  
  I've got to shake the pain, act like a man
  The sweetness that's inside
  Will slowly die away
  
  Who do you think you are? You're making a fool of me
  Make no mistake, this is no fake, this is the end
  Just shut your mouth, make room for someone new
  So guess who's back, it's happy Jack, and that's no lie
  
  How was I to know?
  So discreet, no-one speaks
  Take the word from here
  If you play you've got to pray
  
  Who do you think you are? You're making a fool of me
  Make no mistake, this is no fake, this is the end
  
  I won't be beat, not in a thousand years
  Just leave me now, you make my blood run cold
  The word is, the word is out