Here we go-go-go to the temple of consumption
You get a shiver in the dark
Deep in my heart I am warrior, can't get food for them kid
Yeah, you're abandoned, so sorry
There was Johnny McGurk who was scared stiff of work
Nothing breeds more contempt for this world than memories now formed
I can be myself, how about you?
But then I remember you and the way you shine like truth in all you do
We won't be here forever
Ich will auch nichts erzählen, was dich eh nicht interessiert
Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song
Who the hell you calling crazy? You wouldn't know what crazy was if Charles Manson was eating fruit loops on your front porch...
