All the paper Gods in the sky of gray All the fools in town are ruling today, today
Bow to the paper Gods in a world that is paper thin The fools in town are ruling now Bleeding from paper cuts, money for head shots Fools leading (today) Who needs it?
Hey girl, want it all the talking men declares Go running to be first in line for what? Nobody cares The next thing you must have, find peace with matching bag It's nothing to be glad about, or sad when you forget about it And while the race is on, the rats will run the streets The slaver in a sweatshop, putting trainers on your feet I'm walking through the rain, oblivious to pain To shelter from the blame without a reason to complain about it Oh, oh, oh, don't complain about it Oh, oh, oh, don't complain about it Oh, oh, oh, forget about it Oh, oh, oh, oh
Bow to the paper Gods in a world that is paper thin The fools in town are ruling now (All the fools in town) Bleeding from paper cuts, money for head shots Fools leading (today) Who needs it?
She's staring out in underwear, from your computer screen It's all on sale for dirty cash, we can wash it clean So hang it out online, confess and you'll feel fine And if you got the time to spare we want to know Which name you're wearing And when the final curtain finally comes down We'll all be in the party room, no wiser as to how The total human race became a basket case It's nothing to lose face about it It's really not a place to doubt it
Bow to the paper Gods in a world that is paper thin The fools in town are ruling now Bleeding from paper cuts, money for head shots Fools leading (today) Who needs it?
Paper Gods falling down Paper house, paper town Paper Gods falling down Paper world just falling down Paper Gods falling down Paper house, paper town Paper Gods falling down Paper world just falling down Falling down, falling down Falling down, falling down Falling down, falling down Falling down, falling down Falling down, falling down
Bow to the paper Gods in a world that is paper thin The fools in town are ruling now Bleeding from paper cuts, they go for the money shots The fools leading (today) Who needs them?
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