[Music: Eric Horton / Dave Garcia] [Lyrics: Sean Peck] Someone's listening to everything we say. Nothing gets by them Our hands are bound, they take
Out of time out of tune Born sucking on a silver spoon Trying hard for the best You don't come close but I can stand the test Here's a hint here's a clue
Viel zu lang schon bin ich auf der Lock Richtung Norden, Iowa in Iowa ist Endstation zuruck geht's dann, ich freu mich schon In Texas erwartet mich ein
Look at the red red changes in the sky Look at the separation in the border line But don't look at everything here inside And be afraid, afraid to speak
Don't you walk. Run. she said We live in a drinking town with a big football problem Cry out loud, shake it down I'll be in pieces before night is done
You?ve got enough pleasure locked to suffocate the sun You?re beautiful yet pitiful Paralyzed wings that push toward the center of the earth A solitary
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