this one's for myself
excuse me sir i don't like your taste
and i would like to get off here
it's my imagination, my prejudice
and the suit and tie that wear you so well
what do i know about you?
nothing
what do you know about me?
nothing
still a cold world between us
when our glances meet
it's in your eyes, the growth of everything
the concept of corporate stategy
based on nothing (but greed)
devouring millions
leaving the rest with scattered homes
what do you know about them?
nothing
exept that you can profit
from them
who the fuck are you to tell
what life's all about?
nothing in common
nothing to fight for together
these times leave us
with nothing to share...
