Song | WM3 |
Artist | Dikta |
Album | Hunting for Happiness |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
How would you feel, looking at those faces, | |
Knowing they control your future? | |
How would you feel, staring into those eyes, | |
If you were only eighteen years of age? | |
There has always been ignorance and blindness | |
But not among those perfect peers, right? | |
There has always been prejudice and hatred | |
So tell me how you find these twelve right ones | |
Tell me, little boy | |
Why’s your hair so black? | |
Why do you listen to music | |
That sounds like that? | |
So tell me, little boy | |
What’s that book in your hand? | |
Who have you talked to lately | |
And what did you say? | |
He’s the devil | |
Crazy enough to kill | |
Or so they say | |
Have you ever killed a fly? | |
Laughed when someone fell? | |
Made an obscene comment | |
When you saw someone cry? | |
So tell me, little boy | |
Do you think it’s the truth i’m after? | |
I don’t care if you did it | |
Someone has to pay |
How would you feel, looking at those faces, | |
Knowing they control your future? | |
How would you feel, staring into those eyes, | |
If you were only eighteen years of age? | |
There has always been ignorance and blindness | |
But not among those perfect peers, right? | |
There has always been prejudice and hatred | |
So tell me how you find these twelve right ones | |
Tell me, little boy | |
Why' s your hair so black? | |
Why do you listen to music | |
That sounds like that? | |
So tell me, little boy | |
What' s that book in your hand? | |
Who have you talked to lately | |
And what did you say? | |
He' s the devil | |
Crazy enough to kill | |
Or so they say | |
Have you ever killed a fly? | |
Laughed when someone fell? | |
Made an obscene comment | |
When you saw someone cry? | |
So tell me, little boy | |
Do you think it' s the truth i' m after? | |
I don' t care if you did it | |
Someone has to pay |
How would you feel, looking at those faces, | |
Knowing they control your future? | |
How would you feel, staring into those eyes, | |
If you were only eighteen years of age? | |
There has always been ignorance and blindness | |
But not among those perfect peers, right? | |
There has always been prejudice and hatred | |
So tell me how you find these twelve right ones | |
Tell me, little boy | |
Why' s your hair so black? | |
Why do you listen to music | |
That sounds like that? | |
So tell me, little boy | |
What' s that book in your hand? | |
Who have you talked to lately | |
And what did you say? | |
He' s the devil | |
Crazy enough to kill | |
Or so they say | |
Have you ever killed a fly? | |
Laughed when someone fell? | |
Made an obscene comment | |
When you saw someone cry? | |
So tell me, little boy | |
Do you think it' s the truth i' m after? | |
I don' t care if you did it | |
Someone has to pay |