Listening to you, not listening This is the wasteland, we call this the wasteland Where fewer little posh boys can't believe we treasure beer cans Where'd you get those fans? Found them at the shop, man Peculiar place to find them but they're dedicated View fans You think it's cynical to this home a miracle It's not a miracle, we're just so strangely typical Initiate in one gang, initiation is tough, man Imprisonment is on the cards, we're heading for the quick sand Sign on the brew 'cause there's nothing to do Nothing to do but listen to you Not listening to you, my parents told me not to Listening to you, my parents told me not to This is the wasteland, our idealistic wasteland Regurgitated circle of a seven hour shop stand So steal a car, chief, the police are off the beat, thief They'll find it funny when they see insurance relief Sign on the brew 'cause there's nothing to do Nothing to do but listen to you Not listening to you, my parents told me not to Listening to you, look, my parents told me not to Think you're a hard prick, something quite sadistic No, you weren't sadistic when he'd done you with the brick wick Your land is boring, so very, very boring You wouldn't need to wonder if it's raining or it's snowing We call this the wasteland, wasteland, wasteland Idealistic wasteland, wasteland, wasteland This is the wasteland, your trick is the wasteland Idealistic circle of a little bit of wasteland © UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBL. LTD.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com