Civilized (remaster) Songtext
von Rabbit Junk
Civilized (remaster) Songtext
All I want to know
Is how far you think I′ll go
Will I take it all the way
Only a fool would wait around to see
I want to be
A one man army
Taking on the world
Taking on myself
Break
Down!
I feel domesticated
Like an animal
In a pleasant and comfortable cage
I feel inoculated
To my own survival instincts
All I want to know
Is how far you think I'll go
Will I take it all the way
Only a fool would wait around to see
I want to be
A one man army
Taking on the world
Taking on myself
I′m tired of being
Ci-vi-lized
I want to
Break
Down!
The best is silent no longer
It speaks in a strong but humble voice
"Too long have I been in slumber
I shall lead you back to your true self"
All I want to know
Is how far you think I'll go
Will I take it all the way
Only a fool would wait around to see
I want to be
A one man army
Taking on the world
Taking on myself
I'm tired of being
Ci-vi-lized
Organic gone frantic
Emotional pantantic
It smells like burning plastic
It′s a pleasure epidemic
Our needs are effortless
And so many people are lifeless
Is there a connection
Or am I just being a brat?
Is how far you think I′ll go
Will I take it all the way
Only a fool would wait around to see
I want to be
A one man army
Taking on the world
Taking on myself
Break
Down!
I feel domesticated
Like an animal
In a pleasant and comfortable cage
I feel inoculated
To my own survival instincts
All I want to know
Is how far you think I'll go
Will I take it all the way
Only a fool would wait around to see
I want to be
A one man army
Taking on the world
Taking on myself
I′m tired of being
Ci-vi-lized
I want to
Break
Down!
The best is silent no longer
It speaks in a strong but humble voice
"Too long have I been in slumber
I shall lead you back to your true self"
All I want to know
Is how far you think I'll go
Will I take it all the way
Only a fool would wait around to see
I want to be
A one man army
Taking on the world
Taking on myself
I'm tired of being
Ci-vi-lized
Organic gone frantic
Emotional pantantic
It smells like burning plastic
It′s a pleasure epidemic
Our needs are effortless
And so many people are lifeless
Is there a connection
Or am I just being a brat?
Writer(s): John-paul Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com