Oh, what a drag, living from a plastic bag Oh, what a drag, breathing in the burning rag
Riding, flying in the blue Shooting, killing, sirens too Stretching, healing all come true Looks like death except you lied. I have to prove
Oh, you're so satisfied. You don't care how many died As the world spins and people die There's debris and smoke-filled skies
Chained down, struggling, what's the use? Captured on a robot world so nixed and unexcused Led by hatred and the news So many rules and regulations that you lose!
Oh, what a drag, breathing in a burning rag The sky's filled with kerosene, the sunset rays are burning me
Turnin', tossin', cannot sleep Feel the need of breeze on me Begging, pleading at my door Mad dog drooling on my floor Stone-faced general filled with rage As they throw a fast grenade! My child screams of generals near!!! 1971, and the war's still here!!!
Oh, what a drag, breathing in the burning rag! Oh, what a drag, living in this plastic bag! Oh, you're so satisfied! You're the reason soldiers die! When you finally realize, it will be defeat that is the prize!
Oh! Oh, what a drag! Oh, what a- What a dragTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
