Roland, I Feel You

For your heart they will mug you For your soul they will trick you Just things hard to come by Know this the world is an evil machine What you need is a ghost But there' s no friendly ghost Roland, I feel you It is mayhem out these days I specialize in end times, too Last night I dreamt I was flying the jet Into the mother ship But then I woke up too soon Hold tight get a grip The whole world is going to hell The kids right out on the streets And baby ain't feeling the love no more We have the salvation And invented a device But created a monster And get killed by its hands And in the air a sweet melody It is a lullaby An apocalypso beat Hold tight get a grip The whole world is going to hell The kids right out on the streets And baby ain't feeling the love no more Hold tight get a grip The whole world is going to hell Kids into this world Yes, until no prick is in charge no more