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You wanna talk, lazy animals?How much I relateI'll throw myself in the back seat, just waitI'll be a big social barnacleWe do this to ourselvesI took a hit and it felt like groundswellThat's how I found trouble againThat's how I found trouble againDon't look now you're on your ownPeace is a great outsider, who isn't often homeThe crashing drag of the daily mazeWe draw a lot about circlesWe buy a lot of fake praiseTalkin' with your aims lowThat's a part of itCoolin' with a head coldAnd the pantomime's feetIt's not the streetWalkin' with your aims lowThat's a part of itCoolin' with a head coldAnd the pantomime's feetSongtexteIt's not the streetSo this is how we spend timeThis is how we seeThis is where we mold into something else we don't believeYou wanna talk, lazy animals?How much I relateI took a hit and I tasted mistakesThat's how I found trouble againThat's when I found trouble againDon't look now you're on your ownPeace is a great outsider, who isn't often homeThe crashing drag of the daily mazeWe draw a lot about circlesWe buy a lot of fake praiseWalkin' with your aims lowThat's a part of itCoolin' with a head coldAnd the pantomime feetIt's not the streetx4 Aus Songtexte Mania