Letras
The poets and the Socrates
Was bounding out their eulogies about what to do
The troopers with their tangled hair
Were proven that they didn't care about nothing new
And anybody claiming king
Would strum guitars and start to sing, but they were fooled
The vacuum of their fantasies
Had tested to the fact you see that chaos rules
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Everybody run and bare
Not exactly knowing where or why or who
Chasing kicks that no one gets
Kissing on her silhouettes of faded blue
Tryin' to blow one smoke in air
Their favorite answer, I don't care, was useless too
And when the sun would start to fade
This ritual circus of charades would start anew
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Love don't come, don't call my name again
I can't play 'cause I don't know how to win
Too bad to end, hand in hand they stride
I've got wind and rain for my future bright
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh