Hit me
This is your life, so why do you do it?
You see it all like a film but I`m not in it
You don`t like my attitude, or my tact
But I don`t care, `cause I don`t like your soundtrack
The side of my head, an endless pain
I tip it to the side to let the bad things drain
Coming on strong, like a terminal prefect
Down the hole with the gene pool defects
I`ve got nothing to say, I`m not talking to you
I`ve got nothing to say, you`re just a wall of mouths
I`ve got nothing to say, I`m not talking to you
I`ve got nothing to say, you`re just a wall of mouths
Here we go again, the runaround circus
Looking to you for clues but I`m not worth it
You don`t like my attitude, or my tact
But I don`t give a shit, `cause I don`t like your soundtrack
The side of my head, an endless pain
I tip it to the side to let the bad things drain
Je suis l`etranger, ne pas deranger
[translation from French:
I am the foreigner, do not disturb]
Just drive me into the central reservation
I`ve got nothing to say, I`m not talking to you
I`ve got nothing to say, you`re just a wall of mouths
I`ve got nothing to say, I`m not talking to you
I`ve got nothing to say, you`re just a wall of mouths
[Cos that`s the perfect ] boredom sway
And I`ll invite them back to mine
The end of dialing nine, nine, nine, the fools
I drive her back to the bargain of sticks
Play reveille on a pile of bricks
[ they ] leave [me/them] [writing] six, six, six
I`ve got nothing to say, I`m not talking to you
I`ve got nothing to say, you`re just a wall of mouths
I`ve got nothing to say, I`m not talking to you
I`ve got nothing to say, you`re just a wall of mouths
I`ve got nothing to say, I`m not talking to you
I`ve got nothing to say, you`re just a wall of mouths
I`ve got nothing to say, I`m not talking to you
I`ve got nothing to say, you`re just a wall of mouths
Hit me
Hit me
Hit me
Hit me
