no time to explain always hopeless in a hurry there s no one to blame for an empty heart well well well nothing s gonna change i m nothing but a quarter that fell into the sewers at the bottom of the wishing well my heart isn t black it s just dirty from the floors nobody walks across nobody walks across or sleeps on anymore well well well nothing s gonna change nothing s gonna change oh well into the sewers at the bottom of the wishing well wishing well wishing well wishing well woo where the rats go to die there s a dream where the rats go to die there s a mountain of change that used to belong to me the sewers at the bottom of the well