Songtexte: Monks of Doom. Who are the brain police?.

What will we do, we let you go home
And the plastic's all melted, and so is the phone
Who are the brain police?

What will we do, the label's come off
And the plastic's all melted, and the chrome is too soft

It's God, I see God
Sometimes I want to be a little girl...

Who are the brain police?


What will you do, the people you knew?
Where the plastic that melted, and the chromium too?
Who are the brain police?

I'm sorry to hear that