I choke on my words as I speak Brain damaged citizens file along the street A view from my window A motorway intersection Exhaust pipes at pram level Now playgrounds are carparks
Wheels keep rolling round and round Their feet hardly ever touch the ground The tiger in the tank is a vile compound Hold on to precious breath you're homeward bound
I've got to breathe, lead free Breathe, lead free
Wheels keep rolling round and round Their feet hardly ever touch the ground The tiger in the tank is a vile compound Hold on to precious breath you're homeward bound
I've got to breathe, high octane Oh, oh, high octane See upcoming pop shows Get tickets for your favorite artists
Wheels of Fortune keep rolling on Five star fantasies of multi-storey power games A money spinner
Bullets ricochet just above my head In a hole in the ground I make my bed Wake up in the morning and find me dead Load up my weapon and pump them full of lead
I've got to breathe, lead free Breathe, lead free Breathe, lead free Breathe, lead freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
