Welcome to our brave new world Welcome to our western dream Where everything seems to be possible Where everything’s ready for you and for me
They sell you red t-shirts with Che Guevara But teach you that revolution is bad They tempt you with stunning, profitable toys But warn you that someone can seize it
I saw this little boy in the late-night news With disgusting insects covering his face His tears-stained eyes was so piercing sad Oh, Roger, I couldn’t believe in that hell
They pump in our veins incredible poison Professional makers of TV-indifference Creators of cocoon which never existed Creators of our illusion of safety
We’re living in hopelessness callous of cities We’re fighting for a better place in this ant-hill We’ve never seen how a clear blue sky really looks Overwhelmed by million unimportant things
I found that this world is the darkest prison Where pain and violence still coexists There’s always another sacred war In the name of our holy democracyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
