Look at young girls with your television eyes Fixated on nothing, telling dispicable lies We play on your obsession with candy And you do what we want you to So play that guitar And bring order to the stars Turn up your stereos and drive around in your cars And don't think about coming back home until you've never gone anywhere
'Cos you are not sure if you are going up or down
Expectations go out the window when Mr. Woman comes to town
'Cos when you talk nobody listens You shoot to kill but you keep missing They got you running round in circles but it's hip to be square Tonight's special paranoia with a side of despair Oh ho! And one and one and one and one and one, I'm pretty sure adds up to five
Teenage alcoholics can be oh-so entertaining when they drive
Yeah!
'Cos turning people into product is easy Turning idiots into stars is easier The robots and the cockroaches are gonna be the only survivors
They're gnawing at minds with our sights and their sounds And this is no time for f**king around You can't be sure if you are going up or down Expectations go out the window when Mr. Woman comes to town When Mr. Woman comes to town
You can't be sure if you are going up or down You can't be sure if you are going up or down You can't be sure if you are going up or down Expectations go out the window when Mr. Woman comes to townTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
