Citizen of the free world, slaving all week Awaiting Saturday night fever to do the freak And it goes 1, 2, 3 sink in a soothing coma Bottoms up ; Will all my life be... Work hard, die bored, modern men do it well No crown, no spark, in this corpse I'm just a dying cell Work hard, die bored, modern men do it well Hopes are scarred; I’m the pawn that dreamt of ruling citadels
To be a hero, a star, an astronaut, I bought But I was just compensating I wanted to smile like the guy of the pasta box But it was just advertising crap
I've seen the true face of metropolis One hand stabs me while the other one offers me dope Its third eye shines on my neurosis I walk amongst the crowd, a zombie, a fucking clone
I had opinions and dreams I lost along the way For a wife, a kid, a house and a big ass SUV In suit and tie, I work my long term suicide I don't have the guts to fucking fight
Work hard, die bored, modern men do it well I’m like Superman, life is my kryptonite Modern men do it fucking well
There isn't a day without this weight on my shoulders Without the burden of the crown the kid I was made out of paper But carnival is over, no more craft or glitter Projections of my future should have remained in the past
I can't let go, can’t let go of this mask I have to change but don't feel up to the task I'm falling, I’m drowning in this abundance horn I have it all and I still want more If my life is ok why am I miserable ? I’m so fucking miserable I'm sorry for wasting your world For a way to wonder, for a crooked offer I'm sorry For the wrecking, the oppression, the slaughter Well fuck you all, I haven't done any of these horrors I haven't done anything but dream of a throne and a scepter They did it all; they did it fucking all, I'm just a puppet I’m just a wireless powerless doll Is the puppet guilty of the actions of its master ?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
