We all get born into chain gangs We all get stamped with bar codes We all get told to sit uptight Believe a world of which we're told
Take a nail file to my chains Couldn't mark them Took your hats on to the links Chains remain I TNT'd her ring, I'm escaping You got injured Friendly fire Fire
I know I was wrong Are you still sure that you're right You're a fool to think strong Is to win every fight If I hand you the knife Can you cut me off some slack Or put the knife in my back Get me out of the hole Get me out of the hole
Freedom on the tongue Gets drunk twisted When the essence of our words Is to control Made a bonfire of the crimes I'm convicted You got blistered Fire
I know I was wrong Are you still sure that you're right You're a fool to think strong Is to win every fight If I hand you the knife Can you cut me off some slack Or put the knife in my back Get me out of the hole Get me out of the hole
Cut the grove, it's contagious You absorbed, all the fallout I've been small, you're gigantic Au secours Lovesick romantics
You're the one who speaks in tongues Of sorcerers and saviors I have only just begun To understand love's dangers I'm the one who understands the Gifts of Fallen angels I'm the one who hurt you
I know I was wrong Are you still sure that you're right You're a fool to think strong Is to win every fight If I hand you the knife Can you cut me off some slack Or put the knife in my back Get me out of the hole Get me out of the hole
Compositores: Tim Booth, Jim Glennie, Saul Davies, Mark Hunter