What Should Be Done Songtext / Lyric

So you think you found a way of living
That prevents you losing any sleep.
Well, my friend, take this that I'm giving.
It's your piece of mind you aught to keep.
You'll run into trouble, for sure,
By living behind a locked door.

Well, you run the risk of being taunted
By doing what you want to do.
Or do you prefer to have your whole life haunted
By the ones who choose to care for you?
Where are their motives, my friend?
Take care your still there again.

Watch out for winter, it'll bite you with cold.
Black spirits trying hard to bribe you with gold.

Would you steal a nickel from a blind man?
Well right now, I do believe you would.
It's not the thought of you doing it that hurts me,
It's the mind behind it that's no good.
If this is your way, I don't want to know.
There's only so far I can go.