Running like a band of angry schoolboys Up and down the well-lit streets today Bashing in the heads of tax collectors And anybody else who's in our way
Bathing in the sunlight that's our birthright Waiting for someone to set the scene Last time he came to town A few stray coins came raining down We scrambled in the dirt for them Like ants around the queen We take aim at the dawning day And we shoot Starving to death, starving to death For the low-hanging fruit
Then all at once here comes the motorcade Slow and steady down the beaten track And as we're bashing out the windows of the limo We notice there's nobody in the back
And the helicopter lands atop the palace The royal guard assembles at the gate The country's gonna burn And we'll still have to wait our turn Last among contenders of the super-featherweights We take aim at the dawning day And we shoot Starving to death, starving to death For the low-hanging fruitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
