Woorden:
Golden Ax

Dead eyes i know you hate it put on a mechanical smile shake their hands and fake it till you make it baby moving up moving on right where you dont belong

Good morning miss suburban america get up dont make a sound open your eyes you and me want the same thing so give me the drugs give me the lies give me

Dreamer everyday i get closer to where i wanna be im not afraid of what you think of me now not afraid anymore dont wake me up im a dreamer try to understand

Dead eyes i know you hate it put on a mechanical smile shake their hands and fake it till you make it baby moving up moving on right where you dont belong