My jaded visions of a
Jaded city broken
By a jaded wealthy jettison
We’re not fine, we’re not fine, we’re not fine
Put your children in a chokehold
Put the poor in a chokehold
There’s no such thing as a broken home
There’s no such thing as a broken home
Tell that to the frontline
The bread line, the welfare line
The factory line, the factory line
The factory line, the factory line
I dream
Guillotine
Don’t tell me where we’ll end
You’ll be sorry when we’re good and dead
My bastard visions of a
Bastard city broken
By a bastard wealthy jettison
We’re not fine, we’re not fine, we’re not fine
Put the children in a chokehold
Put the poor in a chokehold
There’s no such thing as a broken home
There’s no such thing as a broken home
Tell that to the frontline
The bread line, the welfare line
The lottery line, the lottery line
The lottery line, the lottery line
I dream
Guillotine
Don’t tell me we’re well fed
You’ll be sorry when we’re good and dead
All-aboard
All-aboard
All-aboard
All-aboard
All-aboard the cocaine ghost-train
All-aboard the cocaine ghost-train
All-aboard the cocaine ghost-train
We’re not fine, we’re not fine, we’re not fine
I dream
Guillotine
Don’t tell me we’re well fed
You’ll be sorry when we’re good and dead
نظرات