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You believe in anything They tell you how to think The simpletons all circle In the raging roller rink I'm trading in the alley I'm booking up a storm Forget about reality Cause nothing is the norm Yeah yeah So what can you do You say They owe me a few yeah Blue tip of your cue yeah You got that look on your face You'd like to be in the race You cannot hide your disgrace You leave without a trace All set to weary your heartland Black and white tv Stroking all the gunheads Into the ninth degree Letras de cancionesYou here the screamers coming They clamour in disguise You think that you'd be running To the other side Yeah yeah So what can you do You say They owe me a few yeah Blue tip of your cue yeah You got that look on your face You'd like to be in the race You cannot hide your disgrace Can't fill an empty space (Ahh) You stupify the thinkers (Ahh) You're hugging all the flakes (Ahh) And all the things you think are true (Ahh) Only mystify the fakes Well keep your hat on backwards And keep your lips tucked in The world is full of quackers And belly button rings I know you'd like to be immune To the things they say You're hung up on your heroes And upon the beast you pray Yeah hey What can you do You say Well they owe me a few yeah Blue (blue) tip of your cue yeah You got that look on your face You'd like to be in the race You cannot hide your disgrace You leave without a trace You got that look on your face You'd like to be in the race You cannot hide your disgrace You leave a bitter taste From Letras Mania