Paper Gods (feat. Mr Hudson)

(Bow the paper gods) (In the sky of grey) (All the fools in town, are ruling today, today) (All) out to the paper cuts (the paper) In a world that is paper filled (The gods) fools in town (In the sky) a room in now (are grey) (All the fools in town) bleeding from paper cuts (Are rule) money for headshots (ing today) Fools leading (today) Who needs it? "Hey girl, want it all?", the talkin' man declares Go runnin' to be first in line, for what? Nobody cares! The next thing you must have, some piece with a matching bag It's nothing to be glad about or sad when you forget about it And while the race is on The rest will run the street The slave are in sweatshop putting trainers on your feet And walkin' through the rain Oblivious to pain To shelter from the blame without a reason to complain about it! Don't complain about it Don't complain about it Forget about it Bow to the paper gods In a world that is paper thin The fools in town Are ruling now Bleeding from papercuts And money for headshots Fools leading Who needs it? She's staring out in underwear from your computer screen It's all on sale for dirty cash, we can wash it clean So hang it out online, confess and you'll feel fine And if you got the time to spare we want to know Which name you're wearing And when the final curtain finally comes down We'll all be in the party room No why's, or if's or how? The total human race became a basket case It's nothing to lose face about it It's really not a place to doubt it Bow to the paper gods In a world that is paper thin The fools in town Are ruling now Bleeding from papercuts And money for headshots Fools leading Who needs it? (Paper gods falling down) (With paper house, paper town) (Paper gods falling down) (A paper world just falling down) (Paper gods falling down) (With paper house, paper town) (Paper gods falling down) (A paper world is falling down) (Falling down, falling down, falling down) (Falling down, falling down, falling down) Bow to the paper gods In a world that is paper thin The fools in town Are ruling now Bleeding from papercuts They go for the money-shots The fools leading Who needs them? (All the paper gods in a sky of grey, all the fools in town, are ruling today, today)