But why should we worry
Tomorrow our wars
will fly in air
six feet underground
Meanwhile you exasperate me
Little bitch under great appearences
Na na na na na
You live well with your sisters
Look at the face of your good luck
Na na na na na
But why should we worry
Our little wars
will fly in the air
six feet under ground
You cheat with your feelings
But you only lie to yourself
Na na na na na
With your morals of a bigot
you take to your feet when you knit
Na na na na na
But why should we worry
Our little wars
will fly in the air
six feet under ground
Time passes
before our stand-off
Before the passage
Know to be sensible
I know the weakness
of the words which hurt
I want this so much
Time runs by
Without any remedy
But fear encourages me
to bite you out of rage
A last reproach
the walls gets nearer
I want this as much
You've used mirrors
You put on too much make-up to see you
Na na na na na
In the glass you're not a person
Just a reflection of a little cunt
Na na na na na
But why should we worry
Our little wars
will fly in the air
six feet under ground
But why should we worry
Our little wars
will fly in the air
six feet under ground