the telephones
Burn With Anger – the telephones
I don’t know why
I don’t know why
repeat the same mistake
where is my mind?
where is my mind?
I get sick
everybody’s going crazy
everybody’s going crazy
everybody’s going crazy
I can’t see
I can’t see
I can’t see the future
look to the sky
imagine of life
grace of you
and we lost it
yes, by all means
burn with anger
grace of you
and we lost it
(^^)/ (><)/ (@@)/ (: ;)/
yeah
it ‘s a mere drop in the bucket
and come to a happy ending
yeah
getting nowhere
damn it all!!!
I don’t know why
I don’t know why
repeat the same mistake
where is my mind?
where is my mind?
I get sick
everybody’s going crazy
everybody’s going crazy
everybody’s going crazy
I can’t see
I can’t see
I can’t see the future