| They can make things worse for me
|
| Sometimes I’d rather die
|
| They can tell me lots of things
|
| But I can’t see eye to eye
|
| Well, I know they know the way I think
|
| I know they always will
|
| But someday I’m gonna change my mind
|
| Sometimes I’d rather kill
|
| Bloodstains, speed kills
|
| Fast cars, cheap thrills
|
| Rich girls, fine wine
|
| I’ve lost my sense
|
| I’ve lost control
|
| I’ve lost my mind
|
| Things seem so much different now
|
| The scene has died away
|
| I haven’t got a steady job
|
| And I’ve got no place to stay
|
| Well, it’s a futuristic modern world
|
| But things aren’t what they seem
|
| Someday you’d better wake up
|
| From this stupid fantasy |