Agenda Songtext
von Galactic Cowboys

Can I refuse the things you choose
On a baseless truth?
Will your judgment always stand?
Can I make up my mind?
Or must I comply?
The hive has stated its demands

From where I sit
I just don′t fit
In the agenda
If you're like me
Fight to be free
Of the agenda


It′s political, undeniable
We're equally miserable
Denominate to lowest math
It's unnatural
The individual
Bows to mob rule of the land

From where I sit
I just don′t fit
In the agenda
If you′re like me
Fight to be free
Of the agenda

Your plans unfold
And the future sold
Like days of old
'till your time comes to an end

From where I sit
I just don′t fit
In the agenda
If you're like me
Fight to be free
Of the agenda