Paroles de In flux

Big talk and gunsmoke Death plays the white man Strutting on film again Suffer the weak hearts Faecal emotions Feeding the flame for a change In flux again Feeding the flame for a change Caught in flux again Stand up, sit down Don't think till i say Mumbling dissenters won't get paid Pushed out to the sidelines A passenger You'd think it's a crime This chip on my shoulder You'd think it's a crime Over my head now Big talk and gunsmoke Walk holding hands laughing strangely Caught in their workhouse Caught in their bad jokes