Four o'clock in the morning and my coffee got cold And I've been watching the streetlamps flick off with the dawn So I take a deep breath inwards and my hair's pulled down my throat I look up at the sky, ask "do you mind if I smoke?"
La da, la da, la da da da da da da Oh, oh, la da da da da da da La da, la da, la da da da da da da Talkin' 'bout degeneration
And what about democracy and what about equality? We're all asking the age old question, so what about me? And we turn to face the cameras pointing knives towards each others backs Saying "I'm a product of my generation." You could make a film about that
La da, la da, la da da da da da da Oh, oh, la da da da da da da La da, la da, la da da da da da da Talkin' 'bout degeneration
And the bigwigs down on fleet street are cashing in on this parade Selling hot dogs by disaster zones, counting every dollar made And we pay out for the gossip and the latest on our own demise Like the print's supposed to be our ears, like the screen's supposed to be our eyes
La da, la da, la da da da da da da Oh, oh, la da da da da da da La da, la da, la da da da da da da
You said that it meant nothing You said that you just met her Well as far as your excuses go baby You could do better
La da, la da, la da da da da da da Oh, oh, la da da da da da da La da, la da, la da da da da da da Talkin' bout degeneration Said I'm talkin' bout degeneration Said I'm talkin' bout degenerationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
