If you think we`re just clients here,
Even remember client`s always right,
These problems won`t just disappear,
So don`t let`em be out of your sight..
Watch the bird flies over me,
Check out the colour, it ain`t white,
It`s your decision how you see,
It really matters, but it`s your own fight..
"..So everybody sit down & fasten your seatbelts!
It`s suprisingly long way from here to hell,
And I`m not quite sure, what did I find..
..But in my mind, it`s a sign, yeah!"
So when the black crow, carries a dead twig,
You see that peace is just a joke, there`s no turning `round..
Almost six feet under, ain`t got much left to dig,
So let`s lift up our glasses..We`re going down..
You think we`re only visiting,
But we`re the owners, baby, you`re the queen,
So why we even have to sing?
Oh, Mother Earth, guess what I`ve seen..
"..So everybody sit down & fasten your seatbelts!
It`s suprisingly long way from here to hell,
And I`m not quite sure, what did I find..
..But in my mind, it`s a sign, yeah!"
So when the black crow, carries a dead twig,
You see that peace is just a joke, there`s no turning `round..
Almost six feet under, ain`t got much left to dig,
So let`s lift up our glasses..We`re going down..
Even remember client`s always right,
These problems won`t just disappear,
So don`t let`em be out of your sight..
Watch the bird flies over me,
Check out the colour, it ain`t white,
It`s your decision how you see,
It really matters, but it`s your own fight..
"..So everybody sit down & fasten your seatbelts!
It`s suprisingly long way from here to hell,
And I`m not quite sure, what did I find..
..But in my mind, it`s a sign, yeah!"
So when the black crow, carries a dead twig,
You see that peace is just a joke, there`s no turning `round..
Almost six feet under, ain`t got much left to dig,
So let`s lift up our glasses..We`re going down..
You think we`re only visiting,
But we`re the owners, baby, you`re the queen,
So why we even have to sing?
Oh, Mother Earth, guess what I`ve seen..
"..So everybody sit down & fasten your seatbelts!
It`s suprisingly long way from here to hell,
And I`m not quite sure, what did I find..
..But in my mind, it`s a sign, yeah!"
So when the black crow, carries a dead twig,
You see that peace is just a joke, there`s no turning `round..
Almost six feet under, ain`t got much left to dig,
So let`s lift up our glasses..We`re going down..