Walking through the streets by day I'm stepping up too fast I see the faces gaze at me The faces of first class They turn their heads And point at me I feel like an invader What the hell do they all mean Don't even ask me why
Do they think that I'm a criminal Do they care for my long hair
Wait hold on don't point your finger I'm no criminal
I guess I'll get to walking there I saw a few weeks later The boys and girls all dressed the same If only in their favour The parents of the boys and girls Could not believe at all They're living in their simple minds theyll never understandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
