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Kids with flute-like voices I wish that some of them were dead But they will turn quiet In time something will shut their mouths No, death to those who spend happy days bored And death to those who pray on a sunny day No, I don't blame you for anything I just can't stand the fact that that you don't see how this perfect world could let anyone down But death to those who spend happy days bored And death to those who pray on a sunny day Oh, and I'm so bitter now You ask me about my dreams And I just tell you about my troubles Oh, and I'm so bitter now You ask me about my needs SongtexteAnd I say "I don't long for anything except for a life" I laugh at myself, then I cry I laugh at many others, too But will my self-pity take me anywhere but home again? Yes, death to those who spend happy days bored And death to those who pray on a sunny day Oh, and I'm so bitter now You ask me about my dreams And I just tell you about my troubles Oh, and I'm so bitter now You ask me about my needs And I say "I don't long for anything except for a life" Death to those who pray on a sunny day Death to those who spend happy days bored But it's just what you can expect from people whose minds are already wrecked Aus Songtexte Mania