La la la la La la la la la La la la la La la la la la La la la la La la la la la I wanna be the richest American I wanna live out on the street So many
I'm the king of the air, not that you really care I'm the one that sends all messages The ones that help you survive and make you feel so alive The ones
Assses the mess indeed indeed Famine bullshit corporate greed Elections stolen like a bird steals seed Space shots stations circling high Trillions for
Trap door in every step Truth is I can't connect Move along I work in stages Where you at It looks like cages See a little, see a lot Come around see
Ahh go The sky is falling it's a curious condition It ain't a fallacy, it ain't superstition You live your life like you're some kind of actor But this
What have we got? Yeah, yeah What have we got? Yeah, yeah That's what we got Check out all these rock stars, come on watch them suffer So very sad and
I'm not a spaceman but on the other hand I never really did fit in as well There's lots of misfits, the one's that don't fit I know that you know that
Time moves like the cars on the street A million miles from here to nowhere The only thing real is the fact That you search for a way just to try not
Yea, yea This could have been about a lot of things but it's not So don't stop and try to look for the message The world moves and it don't ask why Your
You might as well transform You won't last, you won't last You won't last that long You won't last that long You might as well transform You won't last
Oh yeah! Baby Look around Look around Tell me what you see It's goin' down without you Look around Look around Show me anything That makes you feel
Let's go Everybody needs to start their own fire Everybody needs a riot of their own Everybody needs to be something that they are not Everybody needs
that long (you won?t last that long) You won?t last that long (you won?t last that long) You might as well transform (you might as well transform) You
Prevod: Powerman 5000. Transform.
Ahh... Go! The sky is falling it?s a curious condition It ain?t a fallacy, it ain?t superstition You live your life like you?re some kind of actor But
I wanna be The richest American I wanna live Out on the street So many reasons To just do nothing To walk around Like you're out on your feet So here
Spinning complacently in the darkness, Assses the mess. Indeed, indeed Famine, bullshit, corporate greed, Elections stolen like a bird steals seed Space
Let's go! Everybody needs to start their own fire Everybody needs a riot of their own Everybody needs to be something that they are not Everybody needs
