Those being very small Have been heard to say That being small's OK.
Those getting rather big May come to find They've left their space behind. Hey, yeah, you Living in the middle Too afraid to come out Hanging on to your pride So uneasy. All fall down, it makes no difference God Almighty holds the balance here Get out, get out, get out of here. We collide, how formal, Is that why we're here? Those going all the way Have been heard to say That being here's OK. [Repeat 3rd Verse] All fall down, it makes no difference. God Almighty, hold the balance here Get out, get out, get out of here. We collide, how formal. And gain control, Then fall of the edge.
Writer(s): TERENCE MICHAEL BUTLER, WILLIAM WARD, TONY IOMMI, JOHN OSBOURNE