It doesn't really matter what you think of him
  It couldn't happen to a nicer boy
  Silver charms, golden opportunities
  It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter
  It couldn't happen
  
  Has an obsession, personal security
  He won a medal working overseas
  Double vision piling on the agony
  He's just looking, he's just running / He's just looking, he's just working
  
  For a mirror and blade
  Seeing double and he's fading fast (no oh)
  Seeing double and he's fading fast (no oh)
  Seeing double and he's fading fast
  
  Flight arrivals, seven thirty local hours
  A pretty package from Johannesburg
  Double-vision piling on the agony / Head spinning, struggle and he realized
  Still looking, still running
  
  For a mirror and a blade
  Seeing double and he's fading fast (no oh)
  Seeing double and he's fading fast (no oh)
  Seeing double and he's fading fast
  
  (guitar solo)
  
  Too tired too tired too tired too tired too tired
  Too tired too tired too tired too tired too tired
  Too tired to see
  
  I heard the sirens, just another casualty
  He left a message on the bathroom wall
  He never took those golden opportunities
  He's not looking, he's not working
  
  For a mirror and a blade
  Seeing double and he's fading fast (no oh)
  Seeing double and he's fading fast (no oh)
  Seeing double and he's fading fast (no oh)
  Seeing double and he's fading fast
  
  [Note that these lyrics change slightly between the various live performances of the song.]