Headstrong, heavy weather Going at it Hell-for-leather Red lights flashing on Some little pop song Boys get out your Balzac The Empire's gonna strike back The critics and the diplomats are living in a tin shack
Break-neck, full-tilt Climb the ladders they built Angels in the abattoir Junking up a good guitar Stale city bandwidth You don't get the language But don't pick on the girl who's only turning on the lightswitch
Are you going to swim the mainstream? Are you going to swim the mainstream? Or are you going to make that lightning? Are you going to swim the mainstream?
Heads-up, they'll say History was a big mistake Chews you up, spits you out Then asks you what the lip's about An old tin army A young James Dean And another kinda war that is waging in your bloodstream
A wildfire, wild-card This girl's been barred They drew the weapons, read the rules Sent the rebels back to school They'll book you for the next crime Get you in the nick of time So don't trust the captain who is sailing in a straight line
Are you going to swim the mainstream? Are you going to swim the mainstream? Or are you going to make that lightning? Are you going to swim the mainstream?
Now say your prayers, stay polite Busy saving daylight Age plays dirty tricks You're looking like a counterfeit He's gonna train us Can you really blame us If we grow up we're all going to be famous Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
