March of the Minions Songtext
von The Never

Tied to my desk
After seven years of convenience
I think that I′ve finally felt
I think that I've found myself
I think that I′ve been sold out
Working for a madhouse


Quick doc. put on your smock
His heart has stopped, his jaw's locked
He's fallen from his penthouse home
His nerves have exploded

When I finally got there
It looks as though they beat me here
It had been overlooked
Not quite like in a book
I think I′ve been sold out
Working for a madhouse