And I thought I had it right,
  And I thought it was so black and white,
  But when the chips are down,
  And my friend lay bleeding on the ground,
  A different answer was in my sight
  
  I thought that it would make more of a difference to me,
  I thought that it would make more of a difference to me,
  What do I know?
  
  And I thought that I'd know what to do,
  I thought my answers all were true,
  But when they raped my friend,
  And I couldn't see an end,
  I found I had another clue
  
  I thought that it would make more of a difference to me,
  I thought that it would make more of a difference to me,
  What do I know?
  
  When your back's against the wall,
  And my job is to recall,
  Sometimes the end is to fight the means
  
  And I thought that it would make more of a difference to me,
  I thought that it would make more of a difference to me,
  I thought that it would make more of a difference to me,
  I thought that it would make more of a difference to me,
  What do I know?