Lyric Why don t you find out for yourself?

The sanest days are mad
Why don t you find out for yourself?
Then you ll see the price
Very closely

Some men here,
They have a special interest in your career
They wanna help you to grow
And then siphon all your dough
Why don t you find out for yourself?
Then you ll see the glass hidden in the grass
You ll never believe me so
Why don t you find out for yourself?
Sick down to my heart
Well that s just the way it goes

Some men here,
They know the full extent of your distress
They kneel and pray
And they say:
"Long may it last"
Why don t you find out for yourself?
Then you ll see the glass hidden in the grass
Backseats come and go
For which you must allow
Sick down to my heart
That s just the way it goes

Don t rake up my mistakes
I know exactly what they are
And what do you do?
Well, you just sit there
I ve been stabbed in the back
So many, many times
I don t have any skin
But that s just the way it goes