Crowded streets and the memories of all the faces you see you don't know who 
I am when you're looking at me 
Hang me tonight in this false and jaded light 
In the center of the square, muder's bredding in the air 
We're all innocent. 
The shadow's playing with our eyes 
Sharpened tongues and the loaded guns of all the forunate sons you're the jack, back in black, ripping air from our lungs 
I'd cut my heart out of my chest and attach it to my sleeve 
If I thought you'd think differently of me