Really hate the running
Really hate the game
Looking at them all I wanna be unborn again
Their suit is getting tighter
Although they're getting thin
The flies are crawling on their face
and trying to get in
People say that we're to blame I say
No, no, no it's just the game
Chorus:
Must we let them fool us? no, no, no
Have we got our freedom? no, no, no
Is it getting better? no, no, no
Do we love each other? no, no, no
Must we wait forever? no, no, no
Heads are getting stronger
bodies getting weak
Looking at them all it feels good to be a freak
Their hands are getting closer
they're reaching out so far
The greenies gonna get them
make them serve stars
Tell them how it is and they say
No no no we know it all (We know it all)
chorus
The washing's getting dirty
the air is getting thin
It's all in such a mess that
no one knows where to begin
They talk about creating but
all they do is kill
They say we're gonna mend it
but they never will
Poison in the rain but they say
No no no we ain't to blame
Chorus:
Must we let them fool us? no, no, no
Have we got our freedom? no, no, no
Is it getting better? no, no, no
Do we love each other? no, no, no
Must we wait forever? no, no, no