Now come on can't you see It's printed in black and white That the news today Is that some poor bo lies dead
The papers gloat and tell They live in 'Bitch City' The one that has no soul
It makes me breakdown, breakdown It makes me breakdown Breakdown and cry It makes me breakdown, breakdown So read all about it today
Do you see us all as fools Suckered by your lies Yeah you point the finger Like some power crazy dude
Sensation pushers hound To feed their addictions See the jackals at your door
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I know, you know, I know, we know Could be a breakdown I know, you know, I know, we know Might be a breakdown I know, you know, I know, we know Could be a breakdown (You can't believe that stuff) I know, you know, I know, we know Might be a breakdown Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
