Am I going mental
Am I residential
Have I lost the urge
Could I see your credentials
When they come
Running in
We all know we're suffering
And if they don't see financial gain
They'll leave us in, the pissing rain
Tonight
Tonight this could be it ... it
Who's going to come and Guy Fawkes this shit with me
Running into the dark
Is he gonna take it out on me
And now everyone has it out
Nothing in this life ever came for free
And I'm chasing ducks in the park
Antisocial Behaviourally
And I hate this form of art
Credit to the man
Who found flowers in the sand
Tonight
Breaking into heaven
Like its 1997
Pulling up the trees
We'll use them as a weapon
When I come
Running in
I know we're suffering
And if you don't think I'm on to you
I hope there's space in hell for two
Tonight
Tonight this could be it ... it
Who's going to come and Guy Fawkes this shit with me
Running into the dark
Is he gonna take it out on me
And now everyone has it out
Nothing in this life ever came for free
And I'm chasing ducks in the park
Antisocial Behaviourally
And I hate this form of art
Credit to the man
Who found flowers in the sand
Tonight
Running into the dark
Is he gonna take it out on me
And now everyone has it out
Nothing in this life ever came for free
And I'm chasing ducks in the park
Antisocial Behaviourally
And I hate this form of art
Credit to the man
Who found flowers in the sand
Tonight
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