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Growling as I smile and stare from the other side of the street Is it the speed I'm walking at or the shoes upon my feet? I couldn't afford the baseball boots, that's not the game I play And if you'd rather hang about I won't get in your way If the words you backhand to your friend were meant for me to hear I'll show you a better way to spend your breath over a beer Or a coffee. Come on mutant-head! Let's drop the social games Call it a bluff, call it enough, quit calling each other names There's hardly any difference in the nature of the threat Some like to be remembered by the reaction they can get Others need security in a certain social set But both are too aware of what they still yet have to get Is no one ever satisfied with being what they are? If you show me all your barbed wire, I'll only show you scars But tell me where you got it from and what it costs in friends And I'll start to get a picture of a person not a trend Ignorance and affinity to outside influence Rejects the inner feeling at anyone's expense What provoked attack was the nature of defence The weak are strong in knowing that such strength is all pretence SongtexteSo while you're staring at me I'll be grinning back at you At various intensities, we'll both know that it's true That what each other represents is an image we've been fed7 If I'm a fucking waste of space than you're a mutant head So let's discuss these attitudes and find some common ground Just doing that is ground enough to exorcise the sound Of insults, sights of malice, inbred scorn and ignorance Once beyond the posing we can find the relevance Aus Songtexte Mania