Lately I’ve been thinking
What’s the matter with this world
Your prophet asked for money on my TV
What’s with all this madness
Is it just something I have not seen
You feed the fire with gasoline
I want to flee to LA
And I wish it would just rain
And wash away the sorrows of my tears
And find a place where I can grow some wings
The world is hanging by a string
I’m sick of still pretending
And I’m tired of what they say
I can have it any other way
I need a big solution
Give me a resolution
To solve my thoughts, I’ll take it anyway
Lock me in your penthouse
And toss away the key
Throw it to the bottom of the sea
And find a place where I can grow some wings
The world is hanging by a string
I don’t get religion
I know that they’re delusions
I don’t mind the lies so why should you
And find a place where I can grow some wings
The world is hanging by a string
