Born to Be Mild (Alex Hidell Mk II) Songtext
von Snog
Born to Be Mild (Alex Hidell Mk II) Songtext
There is noting wrong with your television set
There is noting wrong with your television set
We will control all that you see and hear
We repeat
We will control all that you see and hear
My life consecrated by the vogue year book
My style dictated by the rick astley look
I drive a car but i cant read a book
I dont eat meat except for a little bit of chook
Born to be mild
Like the first suburban child
Born to be king
Of the really boring things
My life consecrated by the vogue year book
My style dictated by the rick astley look
I drive a car but i cant read a book
I dont eat meat except for a little bit of chook
Born to be mild
Like the first mcdonalds child
Born to be king
Like that fist mcdonalds child
I have a dream
Corporate martial law
I have a dream
Corporate martial law
My heart controlled by the share outlook
My veins a pumping with the cash i took
I cant afford the credit i book
Out upon the damage i look
Do not attempt to think
Or depression may occur
Do not attempt to think
Born to be mild
Like the first mcdonalds child
Born to be king
Of the really empty things
Born to be mild
Like the first mcreagen child
Born to be king
Of that overfed empty grin
Born to be mild
Like the first freemarket child
Born to be king
Of the endless buying binge
My times reflected by the pills i took
My comfort created by the conscience i shook
I cant believe the saftey of my tiny little nook
I wont leave it ever not even for a look
There is noting wrong with your television set
We will control all that you see and hear
We repeat
We will control all that you see and hear
My life consecrated by the vogue year book
My style dictated by the rick astley look
I drive a car but i cant read a book
I dont eat meat except for a little bit of chook
Born to be mild
Like the first suburban child
Born to be king
Of the really boring things
My life consecrated by the vogue year book
My style dictated by the rick astley look
I drive a car but i cant read a book
I dont eat meat except for a little bit of chook
Born to be mild
Like the first mcdonalds child
Born to be king
Like that fist mcdonalds child
I have a dream
Corporate martial law
I have a dream
Corporate martial law
My heart controlled by the share outlook
My veins a pumping with the cash i took
I cant afford the credit i book
Out upon the damage i look
Do not attempt to think
Or depression may occur
Do not attempt to think
Born to be mild
Like the first mcdonalds child
Born to be king
Of the really empty things
Born to be mild
Like the first mcreagen child
Born to be king
Of that overfed empty grin
Born to be mild
Like the first freemarket child
Born to be king
Of the endless buying binge
My times reflected by the pills i took
My comfort created by the conscience i shook
I cant believe the saftey of my tiny little nook
I wont leave it ever not even for a look
Writer(s): David Lachlan Thrussell, Julia Bourke, Tim Mcgrath Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com