The Saints Massacre Lyrics

Can that be all there is, nothing more,
No sign of life on this empty stage...
Is this all that's left
The ruins of a passing parade
With nothing left inside
Not even a memory
This must be a crime
A massacre of the heart and mind.....
When the game of life is played
You should have known
That the rule book was kept in a closet
Did you have to look
And did you think that a drug could unlock it
Now what's left inside
Not even a memory
This must be a crime
A massacre of the heart and mind