Another perfect day, here in paradise What an exciting day, exactly like yesterday...
Do you see that picket fence, on the other side, they dream About life in the lense Some lie under the bed afraid of the boogie man, some people dream About foreign lands Growing up with the same TV, tellin us how to fuckin´ be How to fuckin´ be
Another perfect day, here in paradise What an exciting day, exactly like yesterday Paradise
No one cares anymore We´re all indifferent to the core We´ve heard it all before Same beat on repeat Everything goes on and on and on and on and on and on…
Another perfect day, here in paradise What an exciting day, exactly like yesterday Paradise
People on middle street miss the heat of the cold war beat, They miss the bomb with the capital B, at least back then they knew there enemy There eating popcorn and jerking of, to the end of the world movies Getting sick and tired of this everlasting peace…
A perfect day, here in paradise What an exciting day, exactly like yesterday
There are no pop songs left to sing, there are no battles left to win, Everything´s a stolen beat, set on, constant repeat From the cradle to the grave, nothing ever changes, even the best of times, ain´t fun, it´s already been seen and done…
A perfect day, here in paradise What an exciting day, exactly like yesterday ParadiseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
