This song will fester inside your little head If time allows it, at a later date This song is a testimony of what we were force fed Beaten, battered and left for dead.
Cat and mice play dice underneath your bedroom window To slice and dice and raise the price of war orphans and widows
I am the rage of a generation - misled, gone astray I am the voice of liberation about to break the chain Born for no good reason, made to feel at home Practicing consumerism inside this pleasure dome Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
