Song | No No No |
Artist | Deep Purple |
Album | Fireball |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Written:Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice | |
Really hate the running really hate the game | |
Looking at them all I wanna be unborn again | |
Their suit is getting tighter although they're getting thin | |
The flies are crawling on their face and trying to get in | |
People say that we're to blame I say | |
No No No it's just the game | |
Must we let them fool us No No No | |
Have we got our freedom No No No | |
Is it getting better No No No | |
Do we love each other No No No | |
Must we wait for ever No No No | |
Heads are getting stronger bodies getting weak | |
Looking at them all it feels good to be a freak | |
Their hands are getting closer they're reaching out so far | |
The greenies gonna get them make them serve the stars | |
Tell them how it is and they say | |
No No No we know it all | |
The washing's getting dirty the air is getting thin | |
It's all in such a mess that no one knows where to begin | |
They talk about creating but all they do is kill | |
They say we're gonna mend it but they never will | |
Poison in the rain but they say | |
No No No we ain't to blame |
Written: Blackmore Gillan Glover Lord Paice | |
Really hate the running really hate the game | |
Looking at them all I wanna be unborn again | |
Their suit is getting tighter although they' re getting thin | |
The flies are crawling on their face and trying to get in | |
People say that we' re to blame I say | |
No No No it' s just the game | |
Must we let them fool us No No No | |
Have we got our freedom No No No | |
Is it getting better No No No | |
Do we love each other No No No | |
Must we wait for ever No No No | |
Heads are getting stronger bodies getting weak | |
Looking at them all it feels good to be a freak | |
Their hands are getting closer they' re reaching out so far | |
The greenies gonna get them make them serve the stars | |
Tell them how it is and they say | |
No No No we know it all | |
The washing' s getting dirty the air is getting thin | |
It' s all in such a mess that no one knows where to begin | |
They talk about creating but all they do is kill | |
They say we' re gonna mend it but they never will | |
Poison in the rain but they say | |
No No No we ain' t to blame |
Written: Blackmore Gillan Glover Lord Paice | |
Really hate the running really hate the game | |
Looking at them all I wanna be unborn again | |
Their suit is getting tighter although they' re getting thin | |
The flies are crawling on their face and trying to get in | |
People say that we' re to blame I say | |
No No No it' s just the game | |
Must we let them fool us No No No | |
Have we got our freedom No No No | |
Is it getting better No No No | |
Do we love each other No No No | |
Must we wait for ever No No No | |
Heads are getting stronger bodies getting weak | |
Looking at them all it feels good to be a freak | |
Their hands are getting closer they' re reaching out so far | |
The greenies gonna get them make them serve the stars | |
Tell them how it is and they say | |
No No No we know it all | |
The washing' s getting dirty the air is getting thin | |
It' s all in such a mess that no one knows where to begin | |
They talk about creating but all they do is kill | |
They say we' re gonna mend it but they never will | |
Poison in the rain but they say | |
No No No we ain' t to blame |