Inside Songtext
von Soda
Inside Songtext
My life is a riot of colour
And I never taste artificial flavour
There′s a policeman trying to keep the order
Says it's true that he′s never kissed a soldier
There's no incident to which I'd own up
I jump out of my seat when you phone up
An underground scene to be blown up
And I won′t take the hand of a grown-up
You promised me, you promised me cruel times
I can′t believe things are going so well
My life is a short trip to heaven
It's a shame I could feel the injection
There was an angel there at conception
But deceit has been my intention
I wanna be inside
I wanna be tearing off the camouflage
I wanna be inside
I wanna be playing for the other side
Wondering why my hands are tied
Playing for the other side
I can′t find the strength to be grateful
From my grave 'til I′m dead in my cradle
And I'm sure that however unstable
My demise will be all but distasteful
There′s a policeman trying to keep the order
Says it's true that he's never kissed a soldier
I wanna be inside
I wanna be tearing off the camouflage
I wanna be inside
I wanna be playing for the other side
Wondering why my hands are tied
Playing for the other side
I wanna be inside
I wanna be tearing off the camouflage
I wanna be inside
I wanna be playing for the other side
Wondering why my hands are tied
Playing for the other side
And I never taste artificial flavour
There′s a policeman trying to keep the order
Says it's true that he′s never kissed a soldier
There's no incident to which I'd own up
I jump out of my seat when you phone up
An underground scene to be blown up
And I won′t take the hand of a grown-up
You promised me, you promised me cruel times
I can′t believe things are going so well
My life is a short trip to heaven
It's a shame I could feel the injection
There was an angel there at conception
But deceit has been my intention
I wanna be inside
I wanna be tearing off the camouflage
I wanna be inside
I wanna be playing for the other side
Wondering why my hands are tied
Playing for the other side
I can′t find the strength to be grateful
From my grave 'til I′m dead in my cradle
And I'm sure that however unstable
My demise will be all but distasteful
There′s a policeman trying to keep the order
Says it's true that he's never kissed a soldier
I wanna be inside
I wanna be tearing off the camouflage
I wanna be inside
I wanna be playing for the other side
Wondering why my hands are tied
Playing for the other side
I wanna be inside
I wanna be tearing off the camouflage
I wanna be inside
I wanna be playing for the other side
Wondering why my hands are tied
Playing for the other side
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