I am walking through the streets Of my old town Looking back on the days Of my youth There are factories in the fields Where we used to play Clouds of smoke hang in the sky And block out the sun
God bless this house, the car and the TV Show us our idols in magazines They build us prisons without any walls Money rules we can't resist
Sankes of commercial TV Decoy with their apples False priests spit out their lies Because God sells If we don't pull ourselves Out of this mud Our children will have to pay For our sins
God bless this house, the car and the TV Show us our idols in magazines They build us prisons without any walls Money rules we can't resist We're just wheels in a great We're just wheels in a great MACHINERY
Encircled and trapped by ourselves We're enslaved to mass productions Self-deception from a better life Our behaviour brings corruption We buy a pig in a poke And we drown ourselves in the garbage
Supermarkets sell Us their shit We can't free ourselves From this world of abuse
We're just wheels in a great We're just wheels in a great MACHINERYTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
