Songteksten

Somebody's looking for the edge of the seat Instead of leaning back and taking the beat Freedom of living, speaking, getting things done Transformed into one big competition To see who's mouth gets the loudest Well, things bent will finally break Respect and understanding the tools Replaced by ignorance and cheering for fools What if the first thing we thought of wasn't ourselves And money wasn't happiness Freedom of living, speaking, getting things done Transformed into one big competition To see who's mouth gets the loudest Well, things bent will finally break They're racing with the top down Though they know that it ain't right No one is eager to stop the fight They think it goes away That we are gonna change our minds When we know that it ain't right We're never gonna lose our sight Freedom of living, speaking, getting things done Transformed into one big competition To see who's mouth gets the loudest Well, things bent will finally break They're racing with the top down Though they know that it ain't right No one is eager to stop the fight They think it goes away That we are gonna change our minds When we know that it ain't right Whether it's day or if it's night We're never gonna lose our sight
Writer(s): Mikael Fredrik Jacobson, William Oliver Grube, Illi Felix Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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