Well now what a surprise You're full of shit and lies But the world keeps spinning You are just a clown Inside a circus town But the fears keep rolling You tried controlling our lives Tried using up all our drive But our mind keeps blowing and growing Nothing's gonna stop Nothing you can stop Mothing's gonna stop
You're old with rules We're not your tools Fuck your design You're in decline
Now you're nice and warm Inside your uniform But this storm has taken its hold Through your thin disguise Think we don't realize You're young until you get old We'll keep looking round For where you'll be found Because the weak just want to be told Nothing's gonna stop Nothing we can stop Nothing's gonna stop
You're old with rules We're not your tools Fuck your design You're in decline Don't you remember when Think of now and then Don't you remember when If you've nothing to say I'll just push you away If you're too tired to live Then there's nothing to give You're old with rules We're not your tools Fuck your design You're in declineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
