Kings Dead - Satellite Kids lyrics

1,2 1,2,3 Satellite kids, and you're over the world You've got your space suit on yelling, f** everyone! You don't love dreams anymore Imagination is dead You wear your heart on your sleeve And left your conscience in bed Satellite kids, and you're over the world You've got your space suit on yelling, f** everyone! You don't love dreams anymore Imagination is dead You wear your heart on your sleeve And left your conscience in bed I think we're living in a time of change Status updates and cosmic grays And all we ever want are designer things Peep the kick game and check the shades I think we're trying to get a man to Mars Even though teachers can't get paid And everybody wants to be a star I just hope I shine When the sky is gray Cause I be looking in the mirror Trying to figure out a motive You know money is the goal in that And the more I think about it I'd be pretty good without it Cause the money made me stress a lot Satellite kids in the city Where the pretty things rule And the priest don't pray enough Trying to get to heaven With the devil in my rear-view Telling me, Man, we gonna dance or what? Satellite kids, and you're over the world You've got your space suit on yelling, f** everyone! Satellite kids, and you're over the world You've got your space suit on yelling, f** everyone! You don't love dreams anymore Imagination is dead You wear your heart on your sleeve And left your conscience in bed Satellite kids, and you're over the world You've got your space suit on yelling, f** everyone! You don't love dreams anymore Imagination is dead You wear your heart on your sleeve And left your conscience in bed I'm trying to figure out imagination All I ever see Is how they k**ing nations Probably putting poison in your medication Hiding all the facts to your education But you're too busy trying to keep up With whoever got the latest fashion I've been wearing nothing but the city on my back And a crown for my hat, That's royal pa**ion Trying to get these kids to Utopia Show them how the only way up Is to play my sound People say I talk about religion Like I'm always on a mission Just to k** what the church has found Satellite kids in the city Where the pretty things rule And the priest don't pray enough Trying to get to heaven with the devil In my rear-view Telling me, Man, we gonna dance or what? We gonna dance or what? Satellite kids, and you're over the world You've got your space suit on yelling, f** everyone! You don't love dreams anymore Imagination is dead You wear your heart on your sleeve And left your conscience in bed Satellite kids, and you're over the world You've got your space suit on yelling, f** everyone! You don't love dreams anymore Imagination is dead You wear your heart on your sleeve And left your conscience in bed