Roaring thunder's raging Our captain takes command He's drunken like a madman The pilot sights the land He slobbers like a toddler: "Full stream ahead" The tanker runs aground the cliff And thousand square miles are dead
He's hungry for adventure He's longing for a kick He saw these things on TV And takes his hockey stick Tonight he'll have his crime time He walks the streets at night Some people even saw the fight But ran away to hide
The mighty men of power They meet on floor nineteen They are the old white yuppies on dope Their faces cruel and mean They would stick at nothing They merely hunt for cash They play roulette with our lifes For them we're only trash
I'm fallin' fallin' I hear them callin'
Straight ahead Straight ahead into disaster Money talks Bullshit's walking fast and faster Straight ahead Straight ahead into confusion Money talksTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
