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These are the words that you're forced to belive in When you don't wanna choose the theme or decide what to mean Those funny thoughts in yr head now,any-which-way Will shake yr foundation down,then make yr day When the thrashers are pounding Much too fast for love And the neonlights blinding Who could ask for more? Blame the world conspiracy for the mood that yre in Or any other elevated word to describe the scheme Then sit and watch yr navel growing dirtier by the day Listening to the drone from the era constructing decay Well the thrasher's still pounding And who won't give a damn About the final solution Of the master plan Well,the trashers are pounding And i'll dream away I'll go anywhere i wanna I'm not gonna stay Then if i could rewind and start all over again I'd buy a bulletproof conception and a couple of matching friends But then again my right hand fills in the form Those spastic signs to keep it close to the norm Aus Songtexte Mania