Übersetzung: Partisanen, die. So Neat.
So lonely for the taste of all the tears You told me meant so much through out the years If only you could tell your stranger friend Everything you've
Spending all the time Waiting for the idiots To Surrender to whatever I seen all the obsession that is Family value, still you play the fool Right now
Classified information hidden in the middle of the back page Where the voices tease temptation, no one cares about the age Someone sold a secret lonely
Going to make the world just like me Meanwhile in the night street There's a 24 something shopping in his gold feet Got a credit card for brains that's so neat
