Paroles de Punk Rock in the Wrong Hands

I am a prisoner in a war full of idiots. The stomping feet of waltzing hypocrites pave the way of a brave tomorrow, choke the throat of passion and sorrow. Kill my drifting breeze of thought I have been captured I have been caught. I am a prisoner in a war of scowls, coughing youth from it's bowels I am doing fine I am feeling well deep inside my dark well cell.