On the run for these Gods We hardly could see Called the System or Power Or Religion or greed We are met by procedures By your angels in blue With no fucking idea About what or ‘bout whom
To make us feel at home We are put behind bars To narrow for daylight To wide for the stars But we’re merely strangers No aliens, you know So don’t close your eyes ‘Cause they won’t let us show
No paradise for us
Some nice civil servants Accidentally smiled They call us by numbers Send us back as a file The cleaner the skill The smoother the lie The softer the kill And still silent they cry
No paradise for usTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
