A look that doesn't burn
Is a deceitful look
It's a mask and nothing more
A chance to be in charge
And not think of others
There are so many who live off their wits
Their wits, hand-outs and I remain
And so it goes, they're not going to stop
Our weapons aren't real
There are many buttons, but none are OK to touch1
It's so urgent that the people
Wake up and that you all
Go away! [x7]
Such a secret look
Is a covert dictator
And you don't lie, just cheat
You don't convince, but steal
It seems like you enjoy it
They kiss each other's hand
Pirates and spoiled brats
And in the vis-à-vis they're going to find out
How surprising reality can be
The first stone, it's really going to hit its mark
And it's so urgent that the people
Wake up and that you all
Go away! [x7]
My annoying party, my uncomfortable clothes
I change my principles to bring about your end
The streets won't be silenced and the battle erupts
The bonfire is lit and somebody will burn
And it's so urgent that the people
Wake up and that you all
Go away! [x7]
Go away! [x7]
Go away! [x7]
1. Refers to the voting booth, where there are many options, but none are any good.