We're back on the track
Expect the impossible
We got pop in our bags
And words become weapons
When we use them
We know you are afraid
You love what we hate
Big black ba*tards
Waving with money
Sweet silly love songs
Where everything is as it used to be
Recycled lies from line to line
We'll stop this forever
We'll change the world
With a pack of cigarettes and a pen
We'll write new songs again
We'll shout it through a megaphone
You didn't realize but you were alone
Busy with being busy all the time
Pleasing yourself with leasing new trends
Being a fan of some unsk**ed bigmouth
Like me
Think twice
Before you give access
To this world wide crap
Or you glue to this web of voyeurs
Don't shake your a** to this rhythm
Shake off your chains