Steve Jobs Is Dead, but I’m Not Songtext
von Moron Police
Steve Jobs Is Dead, but I’m Not Songtext
Oh my god, we hit the floor! And I don′t know what we're fighting for?
And that′s why we don't have our names – gaddagaddagammagadda go insane!
Break down the electric door and your body flows down to the broken floor.
And that's why we don′t have our names – gaddagaddagammagadda go insane!
Wake up, soldier, this is war! Now we know what we are fighting for.
Marching to reclaim our brains – gaddagaddagammagadda go insane!
Sit, watch, learn and play the game so you′ll be like them and talk like them,
And maybe they'll forget your name – gaddagaddagammagadda go insane!
The Landlord, the Sugar Daddy, the guy who gets high smoking fatties.
The road outside was paved with golden walls.
From high-school, from small beginnings, the stuff and shit that you′ll be winning!
The dust outside was made in golden halls.
Oh my god, we hit the floor! And I don't know what we′re fighting for?
And that's why we don′t have our names – gaddagaddagammagadda go insane!
Break down the electric door and your body flows down to the broken floor.
And that's why we don't have our names – gaddagaddagammagadda go insane!
Hey man, is it hard to live out there?
Where you all prepared for trouble?
Can you fly right out of your head?
Are those the clothes you′ll wear when you′re dead?
Tell me, who designed your bubble?
You should just bow your head and fade away when you're down and out and don′t know what to say.
The Landlord, the Sugar Daddy, the guy who gets high smoking fatties.
The road outside was paved with golden walls.
From high-school, from small beginnings, the stuff and shit that you'll be winning!
The dust outside was made in golden halls.
And that′s why we don't have our names – gaddagaddagammagadda go insane!
Break down the electric door and your body flows down to the broken floor.
And that's why we don′t have our names – gaddagaddagammagadda go insane!
Wake up, soldier, this is war! Now we know what we are fighting for.
Marching to reclaim our brains – gaddagaddagammagadda go insane!
Sit, watch, learn and play the game so you′ll be like them and talk like them,
And maybe they'll forget your name – gaddagaddagammagadda go insane!
The Landlord, the Sugar Daddy, the guy who gets high smoking fatties.
The road outside was paved with golden walls.
From high-school, from small beginnings, the stuff and shit that you′ll be winning!
The dust outside was made in golden halls.
Oh my god, we hit the floor! And I don't know what we′re fighting for?
And that's why we don′t have our names – gaddagaddagammagadda go insane!
Break down the electric door and your body flows down to the broken floor.
And that's why we don't have our names – gaddagaddagammagadda go insane!
Hey man, is it hard to live out there?
Where you all prepared for trouble?
Can you fly right out of your head?
Are those the clothes you′ll wear when you′re dead?
Tell me, who designed your bubble?
You should just bow your head and fade away when you're down and out and don′t know what to say.
The Landlord, the Sugar Daddy, the guy who gets high smoking fatties.
The road outside was paved with golden walls.
From high-school, from small beginnings, the stuff and shit that you'll be winning!
The dust outside was made in golden halls.
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