Originally performed by D.R.I.
No, there are no easy answers
To sum up the problems which we face
History's a lesson, let us learn by our mistakes
Just don't expect to make sense
Out of what you see
For I can tell you now that
Knowing is believing
So if you open your mind you might understand
You're the victim of a big time government scam
And though you may not be inclined to believe
The man behind the desk does get paid to deceive
You live in your little dream world
You're much too cool to care
I really have to warn you
I think it's only fair
They await the final hour
As happy as they are sick
Laughing so hysterically
At all those who they've tricked
Who an I to tell you who to believe in
When all the masks they seem so damn deceiving?
How can I say to you, "You be free"
That would never bring about mass anarchy
Now, would it?
From sun up to sun down
Decisions make my head spin round
Make me drunk, sick and tired
Keep me up 'til I retire
And while I could be out barhopping
Meat market, rocker chick shopping
Out there, chasing my dick
In it's never ending search for chicks
But, I'd rather be sleeping
In my bed, crashed out
A slice of death, wrapped up
All in wool, passed out
Drunk, you stupid fool
In my bed, crashed out
A slice of death, wrapped up
All in wool, passed out
Drunk, you stupid fool
No more waking hassles
Weary of the daily battles
So on my bed, I lay curled
No more waking hassles
Weary of the daily battles
So on my bed, I lay curled
A "could be" man of the world
But, I'd rather be sleeping
In my bed, crashed out
A slice of death, wrapped up
All in wool, passed out
Drunk, you stupid fool
In my bed, crashed out
A slice of death, wrapped up
All in wool, passed out
Drunk, you stupid fool
(Written by Brecht) Originally performed by D.R.I. No, there are no easy answers To sum up the problems which we face History's a lesson, let us learn by our mistakes Just don't expect to make sense Out of what you see For I can tell you now that Knowing is believing So if you open your mind you might understand You're the victim of a big time government scam And though you may not be inclined to believe The man behind the desk does get paid to deceive You live in your little dream world You're much too cool to care I really have to warn you I think it's only fair They await the final hour As happy as they are sick Laughing so hysterically At all those who they've tricked Who an I to tell you who to believe in When all the masks they seem so damn deceiving? How can I say to you, "You be free" That would never bring about mass anarchy Now, would it? From sun up to sun down Decisions make my head spin round Make me drunk, sick and tired Keep me up 'til I retire And while I could be out barhopping Meat market, rocker chick shopping Out there, chasing my dick In it's never ending search for chicks But, I'd rather be sleeping In my bed, crashed out A slice of death, wrapped up All in wool, passed out Drunk, you stupid fool In my bed, crashed out A slice of death, wrapped up All in wool, passed out Drunk, you stupid fool No more waking hassles Weary of the daily battles So on my bed, I lay curled No more waking hassles Weary of the daily battles So on my bed, I lay curled A "could be" man of the world But, I'd rather be sleeping In my bed, crashed out A slice of death, wrapped up All in wool, passed out Drunk, you stupid fool In my bed, crashed out A slice of death, wrapped up All in wool, passed out Drunk, you stupid fool Explain Request ×
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