My God How the mighty have fallen The incoming twilight Of fashion and discontent
My God Though I very much doubt so For this worn-out picture Is losing all pretense of sentiment
My God How far the apple has fallen And though at its core it is rotten It's still rollin' It's still rollin'
Fade out When lost is all reason We scream divine treason If only for finger to bear!
Help me, help me We've lost our only dream Help me, help me I don't know what it means Help me, help me
My God How far the mighty have fallen The crystal is broken and Rome is burning, burning, burning
My God What for are we learning We favor the frowning and earning To those yearning, to those yearning
My fucking God How is it that we missed All the signs that insist At the wheel coming back to point up Dragging us back to the mud
What have we done Forwent all reason for this inane fucking fun For petty squabbles and dick-waving And protracted war Is this what I was born for
Help me, help me We've lost our only dream Help me, help me I don't know what it means Help me, help me I cannot see the seams Help me, help me
Why can't we control The tide that sways our lives We drown in the waters we secrete So many ways To self-destruct we leave untied Without them would our lives be incomplete
Why can't I control The tide that sways my life I drown in the waters I secrete So many ways To self-destruct I leave untied Without them would my life be incompleteTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
