Letras
Eyes down, chin hanging on the ground
A modern man with soft hands
Fixed frowns on cartoon clowns
Trapped under black cloud
You won't find the birds in the rain or
Boys who wanna talk about it
Tell me, tell me
T, t, t, tell me does it look like fun?
You got a life but they're selling you a better one
I know that it feels like love
But it's just a game
You give nothing, nothing away
But tears stream down your face
And now you work for a dirty man
He doesn't even know your name
The boy will kill if the boy has fun
Toy soldier, real gun
You're a real teen dream dealer
A sick, scheming son stealer
You won't see the birds in the rain or
Boys who wanna talk about it
Tell me, tell me
Tell me, tell me
T, t, t, tell me does it look like fun?
You got a life but they're selling you a better one
I know that it feels like love
But it's just a game
You give nothing, nothing away
But tears stream down your face
And now you work for a dirty man
He doesn't even know your name
Your umbilical, tied to a year at pre-school
Where pain is a virtue, I'm not equal
Just another tragic boyhood sequel
It's not what he's been through
It's what we turn him into
So open your hearts, open your blood red hands and
Let's get, let's get, let's get physical
Physical
Let's get, let's get, let's get physical
Physical
Ahhhhh
You give nothing, nothing away
But tears stream down your face
And now you work for a dirty man
He doesn't even know your name
(He doesn't even know your name
But you're doing all his dirty work)
Doing all his dirty work
(The fire is the flame and you're
The thing that makes it burn)