Man, I never slept so hard
I never drempt so well
Dreaming I was safe in life
Like mussels in a shell
Rolling and controlling all the basements and the backroads of our lives

Fill their dreams with big fast car
Fill their heads with sand
Holy white we'll paint this town
The colour of our flag
Hey there little lady has your baby got the look of some old man?
Standing on the Corner of the Third World

Hungry men will close their minds
Ideas are not their food
Notions fall on stony ground
Where passions are subdued
Colour all the madness for the madness is the thorn that's in our side
Standing on the Corner of the Third World

When we gonna learn?
Who we gonna turn to?
The promises they make
The call for our [bad word] is the fashion
Free to earn, our pockets burn
We buy for love
Die for love

Hold me I'm crying
Hold me I'm dying