text: Button your lip and don’t let the shield slip
  Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask
  And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions
  You can hide, hide, hide
  Behind paranoid eyes
  You put on our brave face and slip over the road for a jar
  Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar
  Laughing too loud at the rest of the world
  With the boys in the crowd
  You can hide, hide, hide
  Behind petrified eyes
  You believed in their stories of fame, fortune and glory
  Now you’re lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age
  The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high
  And you hide, hide, hide
  Behind brown and mild eyes
  “Oi!”