Chased by fools in a world of their own Pushing aside oil the signs that inspire Avoiding the art, to create a new issue Someone with handcuffs who's chained to the past If I'm changing then I'm changing Take off your mask there's no place in my desk file For someone who reasons - regardless of new styles Settled on a handshake, my first mistake It's my life and I say What for this, this what for? I don't need those looks so pick your face off the floor Justice may prove we should wait not provoke To entertain must we stick to the rules? If I'm changing oh won't you please let go Trapped by rules in a world that could breathe Choking the spark, that creates -- am I signing a new lease? Ask yourself why before raising dead issues You are someone who's lost touch and died in the clasp I settled for a handshake, my first mistake It's my life and I say What for this, this what for I don't need those looks so pick your face off the floor Justice may say we should wait not provoke To entertain must we stick to the rules? If I'm changing oh won't you please let go [repeat]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
