Searching for reasons, hidden in the rights Our sons turn to the game-set Shooting soldiers in the night Exposed to the lure, taking the bait They're easily trapped and fooled Our flesh and blood claiming to choose their own fate They loose their own faith
All join hands in the line of lunatics Here on the world-wide festival of fools Radio or lady's private little monsters Dancing to the angels and demons in their heads
Looking for warnings, hidden in the wrongs Daughters look up to their idol Copy their life from her songs While too old, for the playing field Still too young for a life Their virginity lost with their innocence On a nightly battle field.
All join hands in the line of lunatics Here on the world-wide festival of fools Radio or lady's private little monsters Dancing to the angels and demons in their headsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
