A Cry for Help in a World Gone Mad Songtext
von Agent Orange

Sometimes I think of old friends
But they all seem the same
Then I see them, and they can′t remember my name
I guess I'm just like them, I guess I′m just a bore
I could hate them, but I've never done that before
I've got lots of good friends, I don′t want any more


And sometimes when you lie to me
Sometimes I′ll lie to you
And there isn't a thing you could possibly do
All these half destroyed lives
Aren′t as bad as the seem
And then I see blood and I hear people scream
Then I wake up and it's just another bad dream

And I can′t help myself by feeling sorry
Because I gave up every chance I had
It's not a movement, it′s just another fad
Like a cry for help in a world gone mad