Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Stuart Neville
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Stuart Neville
Composition
Paroles
Fathers hold tiny hands and happily remind me
That i'll never know the true meaning of love
Well, bless their big hearts
Champagne charlatans take all they want
And deserve from my plate
Whilst the rest of us work forever,
Sent far away to fight for their sons
And i read somewhere that the 90's kids were sent to
Save us all
I heard they're smarter than your average bears
We said we're ready when you are
But they became the new
God-fearing, finger-pointing, porn-addicted
Meat-eating, bricks in the wall just like us all
You win, you win
We're deep in bubbles of communication
All trapped in the cloud
The algorithms are wearing us down
My echo chamber just confirms what i know
That i could hate most anyone
I heard a billionaire on the radio
He said the enemy is close
And i'm wondering where i've heard this before
And i'm still wondering, as we hand him the codes
Turns out he was just another
God-fearing, finger-pointing, porn-addicted
Chancer who was selling out our world
You win, you win
We'll keep hanging on for your miracles like before
You can still kid a kidder like me
Sleep easy
You will always kid a kidder like me
You win, you win
Writer(s): Stuart Neville
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