Citizens

Everyone in our town walks around to test the air Even know that's omen there They never love to take care A car's crash in our town Sidebox payed with character They can't be laze to pass this way And none of them turn to pray Even know there's torn above They never love to take care A citizens they walk odd Their only aim is to get rich A typic omen's not for us We can't expect here sign of love The trees in a limits of this town That was a blanket of three inch dust No ordinary sight to see I feel a past subconsciously Even know there's torn above They never love to take care I am so bored with your ideals I take the air on the balcony Stroll along the boulevard Hear the voices by the sea Even know that's omen there They never love to take care