Now everybody's beautiful when they're young And I should know I’ve had more than my share of fun There’s all this fascination With the impossibly thin With the surface of things Airbrush Photoshop creation
In all that we are losing aren't we just confusing youth with beauty? Truth with duty? There’s something on the telly ‘bout North Korea Some war broke out don’t trust the media I’d like to get a suntan Some dude was shot in Pakistan
The track’s got noddage Moves my bodagage The track’s got noddage The track’s got noddage
They’ve got those bombs up in the planes They’ve got those bombs up in the trains They’ve got those bombs up in my face Don’t want to talk about it They’ve got those bombs up in the planes They’ve got those bombs up in the trains They’ve got those bombs up in my face Don’t want to talk about it
I was walking through the city past a phone shop And a homeless man was lying there looked almost dead and no one seemed to bother I ran into rock and roll band, two or three of them, maybe four(?) This one punk just nineteen years old he gave me his persuasion He stared at me with his one black eye Looked down at me like I didn’t have a life And he was right, at least not the kind of life he’d been paradin’ Same sex union Change the constitution You can carry a gun But you better not fall in love with someone The President who fucked the world for every future boy and girl Is golding in Aruba With a suntan And scuba
The track’s got noddage Moves my boddage The track’s got noddage Moves my boddage Moves my boddage Moves my boddage Moves my boddage Moves my boddage
They’ve got those bombs up in the planes They’ve got those bombs up in the trains They’ve got those bombs up in my face Don’t want to talk about it They’ve got those bombs up in the planes They’ve got those bombs up in the trains They’ve got those bombs up in my face Don’t want to talk about it
Now everybody dies or fades away A permutation white and grey A synergy of light and dust and skin cells constantly aging You fell in love with the dream to fuck forever endlessly But you don’t And that’s o.k. The rest is better anyway Botox bungle CNN Infomercial count to ten Change the channel VCR Something’s on my radar
The track’s got noddage Moves my boddage The track’s got noddage
They’ve got those bombs up in the planes They’ve got those bombs up in the trains They’ve got those bombs up in my face Don’t want to talk about it They’ve got those bombs up in the planes They’ve got those bombs up in the trains They’ve got those bombs up in my face Don’t want to talk about it They’ve got those bombs up in the planes They’ve got those bombs up in the trains They’ve got those bombs up in my face Don’t want to talk about it They’ve got those bombs up in the planes They’ve got those bombs up in the trains They’ve got those bombs up in my face Don’t want to talk about it
They’ve got those bombs up in the planes They’ve got those bombs up in the trains Don’t want to talk about itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
