Letra de Boot Camp

I must obey the rules I must be tamed and cool No starring at the clouds I must stay on the ground In clusters of the mice The smoke is in our eyes Like babies on display Like angels in a cage I must be pure and true I must contain my views There must be something else There must be something good far away Far away from here Far away, far away from here Far away, far away from here Far away, far away from here and I'll be here for good For good