I can smell the trouble
I see it in your face
dont know what you mean
you're just screaming to be
seen
Im gonna start dropping bombs
all over the place
youre such a mess you give me
the creeps
I've given up on the truth
I've given up on you
The troops are marching by
with blood on their boots
you need to stay out of their way
are we carefree enough to do
what we like?
Come on whats the point
I see it in your face
dont know what you mean
you're just screaming to be
seen
Im gonna start dropping bombs
all over the place
youre such a mess you give me
the creeps
I've given up on the truth
I've given up on you
The troops are marching by
with blood on their boots
you need to stay out of their way
are we carefree enough to do
what we like?
Come on whats the point