Из альбома: No Need to Panic

Some get kicks by kicking people,
some get high by talking down
I get mine somewhere in-between,
dumb attitudes make me frown

There are no guns, there's just guitars,
shooting down the hopeful stars
But it's dog eat dog in this old game,
honesty don't always get you fame

We're up here looking for adventure,
crazy apes on a wicked trapeze
Entertaining for entertainment,
a two-way mirror reflecting ease

So please don't let us dominate you,
don't let your heads get in a whirl
We're just devils craving sympathy,
save us from the big bad world

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