Everybody wants their songs with bigger beats and singalongs.

As old as our religious views of good and bad, old versus news.

Same old feels alright.

The same old song for you.

Same old feels alright.

The same old song for you.

A theme park made of sex still sells,

of war, beliefs and inner hell.

Decay and wisdom afterall,

experience, against the wall.

Same old feels alright.

The same old song for you.

Same old feels alright.

The same old song for you.

Repetitive is what will nail

into the mind, the chart`s holy grail.

Await the chorus and the line

that shivers down your fuckin`old spine.

Your fuckin`old spine.

Same old feels alright.

The same old song for you.

Same old feels alright.

The same old song for you.