I'm going out again tonight To be with people I don't like In places you will only see In documentaries on Tv
With education incomplete Behind the door my mother weeps A silent disco in the street The message ends and then repeats
As I'm staring at the crowd, I recognise the overkill With an antidote for all the fun A world of pain without the thrill Complimentary perma-frown And tickets back to average-ville The underhanded ordinary, have overdone the underkill
With obsolete technology We're building bombs internally Full of non-expectancy Half day closing usually
Another day that's everyday Identical in every way A parasite that needs a host Well it's my mind I'll miss the most
As I'm staring at the crowd, I recognise the overkill With an antidote for all the fun A world of pain without the thrill Complimentary perma-frown And tickets back to average-ville The underhanded ordinary, have overdone the underkill
Where boredom is the norm' I can't take it anymore Until the day we're born We just take it on the chin
Staring at the crowd, I recognise the overkill With an antidote for all the fun A world of pain without the thrill Complimentary perma-frown And tickets back to average-ville The underhanded ordinary, have overdone the underkill As I'm staring at the crowd, I recognise the underkill
Compositores: Kelvin Andrew Mould (PRS), Richard Scott, Robert Peter Williams (PRS), Scott Andrew Ralph (PRS)Editor: Farrell Music Ltd. (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #22365484 em 12/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM