Print

I can't see smoke hanging like a noose in the sky I can't see death lurking only you and I We're small cogs in a big machine Wake up son 'cause it's no dream Chorus Go........ Wake up the whole world's gone Wake up the whole world's gone Wake up the whole world's gone.... ...gone limpwristed Genders bend over for me Nothing can hide your bland puppetry We ain't got your elegant grace We got gravel in our guts and spit in our face Do you really believe you can corrupt the youth Credit them with more they know the truth Stay out of the way don't keep in touch 'cause reality hurts like a kick in the crotch From Letras Mania