Oh get down, getting down, so much money in the ground For the people who don't deserve it now It's a circus we're the clowns as the giant ones disown Every bit of something we call home
Said it's a pity 'bout the middle class Holden mass We get a bit to play around with doesn't really matter They kid us with their dole, kid us with the dope But generally speaking, nobody's got a hope
We're playing the music of the middle-aged queens Getting fatter and fatter and splitting their jeans It's all the same, we're out in the cold The good ones died, the others just got old Everything's set, everything's fine You just got to stand in line Oh everything's set, everything's fine You just got to stand in line
Getting down, getting down, we have to make it now Everybody's beaten, everybody's down, oh everybody's down So goodbye to the creeps who are making it Goodbye to the let it happen stand I'm moving out got no doubt they've forgettn twist 'n' shout They never ever listen to the manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
