quinta-feira, março 02, 2006

we do this...


They
Who made up all the rulesWe follow them like foolsBelieve them to be trueDon't care to think them through
And I'm sorry so sorryI'm sorry it's like thisI'm sorry so sorryI'm sorry we do this
And it's ironic tooCoz what we tend to doIs act on what they sayAnd then it is that way
And I'm sorry so sorryI'm sorry it's like thisI'm sorry so sorryI'm sorry we do this
Who are theyAnd where are theyAnd how can they possiblyknow all thisWho are theyAnd where are theyAnd how can they possiblyknow all this
Do you see what I seeWhy do we live like thisIs it because it's truethat ignorance is bliss
Who are theyAnd where are theyAnd how do theyknow all thisAnd I'm sorry so sorryI'm sorry it's like this
Do you see what I seeWhy do we live like thisIs it because it's truethat ignorance is bliss
And who are theyAnd where are theyAnd how can theyknow all thisAnd I'm sorry so sorryI'm sorry we do this...