Man, I never slept so hard

I never dreamt so well

Dreaming, I was safe in life

Like mussels in a shells

Rolling and controlling all the basements and the backroads of our lives



Fill thier dreams with big fast cars

Fill thier heads with sand

Holy white we'll paint the town

The colour of our flag

Hey there little lady has your baby got the look of some old man ?

Standing on the corner of the third world



Hungry men will close their minds

Ideas are not their food

Notions fall on stony ground

Where passions are subdued

Colour all the madness for the madness is the thorn that's in our side

Standing on the corner of the third world



When we gonna learn ?

Who we gonna turn to ?

The promises they make

The call for attention

Compassion is the fashion

Free to earn, our pockets burn

We buy for love

Die for love



Hold me I'm crying

Hold me I'm dying