Hit me
This is your life, so why do you do it?
You see it all like a film but I'm not in it
You don't like my attitude, or my tact
But I don't care, 'cause I don't like your soundtrack
The side of my head, an endless pain
I tip it to the side to let the bad things drain
Coming on strong, like a terminal prefect
Down the hole with the gene pool defects
I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you
I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths
I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you
I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths
Here we go again, the runaround circus
Looking to you for clues but I'm not worth it
You don't like my attitude, or my tact
But I don't give a shit, 'cause I don't like your soundtrack
The side of my head, an endless pain
I tip it to the side to let the bad things drain
Je suis l'etranger, ne pas deranger
(translation from French:
I am the foreigner, do not disturb)
Just drive me into the central reservation
I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you
I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths
I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you
I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths
(Cos that's the perfect ) boredom sway
And I'll invite them back to mine
The end of dialing nine, nine, nine, the fools
I drive her back to the bargain of sticks
Play reveille on a pile of bricks
( they ) leave (me/them) (writing) six, six, six
I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you
I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths
I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you
I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths
I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you
I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths
I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you
I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths
Hit me
Hit me
Hit me
Hit me
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