Their thoughts are the same Is their poverty just a game They hardly eat and hardly sleep They don't listen, they don't speak When I see them out on the street They're never moving up on their feet They don't all fit in this scene Which goes on like a bad nights dream They hardly eat and hardly sleep They don't listen, they don't speak United Suicide Legion There thoughts are the same In their hunger they all complain Soldiers and Civilians Men who make millions The scene played on as I walked by They made a rope, on which to die The final card has been laid The natural selection has been made When I see them out on the street They are never moving up on their feet They don't all fit in this scene Which goes on like a bad nights dream Bad nights dream Bad nights dream Suicide dream Bad nights dream United Suicide LegionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
