The TV is broke, there's a pale fat joke on the news
He's talking shit again
Leaving us to soak in ale and smoke, and take another hit again
Thinking, where we gonna go from here?
And when will life return to days of before?
Living in a world of fear where the truth's not clear
And we're lucky to hear a simple knock on the door
Won't someone knock at my door?
♪
As word comes down, I'm treading water in a town and the tide is out
Half of us are scared while the others prepare for the brawl
There's youth making a racket to the suits and the ties and the jackets
Taking a stand while the councils command them to crawl
And I just wanna feel the things I used to feel
So why, why tell us something if it isn't real?
The TV is broke, there's a pale fat joke on the news
He's talking shit again
Leaving us to soak in ale and smoke and take another hit again
Thinking, where we gonna go from here?
And when will life return to days of before?
Living in a world of fear where the truth's not clear
And we're lucky to hear a simple knock on the door
Won't someone knock at my door?
♪
For work and schools
There's a set of rules, and they're paper thin
Where wanting to treasure your parents or leisure, it defies
They say they can hear our screams, but are they really listening?
Or well-educated gangsters dressed in disguise?
And I just wanna feel the things I used to feel
So why, why tell us something if it isn't real?
The TV is broke, there's a pale fat joke on the news
He's talking shit again
Leaving us to soak in ale and smoke and take another hit again
Thinking, where we gonna go from here?
And when will life return to days of before?
Living in a world of fear where the truth's not clear
And we're lucky to hear a simple knock on the door
Come on and knock on my door, door
I'll tell you where I'll go from here
I'm making my return to days of before
Tired of living in a world of fear where the truth's not clear
And we're lucky to hear a simple knock on the door
Come on and knock at my door