It’s a war game,
illness of big cities, big cities big cities,
it’s a war game. (x2)
We feel we’re bound together in the open air
Resting our minds. STOP. When time is dead.
We feel we’ll live forever till someone calls upstairs
It’s a guess. STOP. The plot is unfair.
We’re bout’ to create something,
We’re ‘bout to create something,
We’re ‘bout to create something but time has come to its end.
We’re ‘bout to create something,
We’re ‘bout to create something,
We’re ‘bout to create something but time has come to the
War game, illness of big cities, big cities, big cities,
It’s a war game. (x2)
There’s a queen in the cloakroom
Waiting for the king of the comic books,
There’s a fire.
There’s a fire.
I don’t wanna walk on somebody’s steps.
I don’t wanna run in a circle race.
I don’t wanna fit in a standardized taste.
I don’t wanna fit in a standardized waist.
STOP.
We’re here for the light when rain goes away.
We’re her for the dance that doctors call sex.
We’re here for the life that we’re willing to get.
We’re her for the life that we’re willing to get.
We’re for the
Game, illness of big cities, big cities, big cities,
War game, illness of big cities, big cities, big cities,
War game, illness of big cities, big cities, big cities.
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