Man, I never slept so hard I never dreamt so well Dreaming, I was safe in life Like mussels in a shells Rolling and controlling all the basements and the backroads of our lives
Fill thier dreams with big fast cars Fill thier heads with sand Holy white we'll paint the town The colour of our flag Hey there little lady has your baby got the look of some old man ? Standing on the corner of the third world
Hungry men will close their minds Ideas are not their food Notions fall on stony ground Where passions are subdued Colour all the madness for the madness is the thorn that's in our side Standing on the corner of the third world
When we gonna learn ? Who we gonna turn to ? The promises they make The call for attention Compassion is the fashion Free to earn, our pockets burn We buy for love Die for love
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