no one will hurt you no one will hurt you no one can hurt you no one can hurt you i won't allow them to hurt you lay here beside me stay here beside
: no one will hurt you no one will hurt you no one can hurt you no one can hurt you i won't allow them to hurt you lay here beside me stay here beside
Watching the decoys of all description Sparkle of color creating diversion The liars are out, they have all the assets Crawling for oil, they were bleeding
Take a walk to the new town, take a look around Pretty road names pass us by, a foundation sound They paint their walls and ceilings white to feel clean
Ten percent of the land Is the hand that pulls the strings Be the privileged few To have to own to hold Power over the people Yes, yes, power over people
Noise turns darker, the moments pass But the drums keep thundering in familiar way Outside the legions, multiply By and by, you're still alive Getting
The lore of elders passes judgment on this waste And finding me or them does lack accepting fate And as the moments pass another face arrives We watch
Eighties, I'm living in the eighties Eighties, I have to push, I have to struggle Eighties, get out of my way, I'm not for sale no more Eighties, let'
) Now see the ball is rolling We take delight, it's been a long wait for this moment. Back to square one, another empire backfire Back to square one
Come inside boy, they call this fun (Music to please the adolescent) Taking the easy way out again Part of the process, same old story Follow the leaders
Slowly, slowly all fall down A blindfold dance and a 1,2,3 No mistake where they always emphasize security Draw the curtains, shut the door, the heater
We must play our lives like soldiers in the field The life is short, I'm running faster all the time Strength and beauty destined to decay So cut the
Man watching city fall The clock keeps on ticking He doesn't know why He's just cattle for slaughter The requiem The requiem The requiem When the meaningful
You're alone in the pack, you're feeling like you wanna go home You're feeling life's finished but you keep on going, the reason is there You won't find
We watch them going nowhere, kicking the football No purpose, the point boys in oblivion Or play games so child like, they want to win Look out my windowsill
out It's a wardance, a wardance We walk round the pitch, honesty is sick Try to be honest, look what you get The food runs short and then the money talks One
