Letra Chaos (engl.) Herbert Grönemeyer

Chaos (engl.)

theories beer tastes flatpropaganda bread's stale pray for a winnerchurch endgame failedthe world kicks its doors downinfo slashes with its claw confusions becoming lawfrontiers are see throughclear thinking is mud in the techno weed bedsavage roses budour culture is in shamblesour sanity's in hockanswers are running amoklike beggars in the marketpretending to be blind in following the string homeall order will unwind we beat our wingsbut we're not flyingwe are falling, falling can't hear sense because we're deafenedby disorder calling like a dream we turn and tossbut all is chaosdeath will bring rest to us alldeath will bring rest to us all final curtain is torn upsee the play start again but let's have no grey scriptfor the joy of grey menthere must be some brand new arkto torpedo with our votes replace it with ballot paper boatsall differences are washed outideologies will blendour pockets may be brimmingbut it's cash that we can't spendwe beat our wings .
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.nature's had enough nowand she'll hit us where it hurts we have to stand and walk straight no more riding on her skirtwe beat our wings .
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