Letra | Bobby Orlando |
Año | 1985 |
País | Alemania |
Sello | Metronome |
It’s a mixed up world
It’s a mixed up world
I feel like it’s the end of time
The world’s corrupt and full of crime
Suicide Hotline, pick up the phone
Too many people are all alone
Lock the windows, bolt the doors
It’s genocide, social war
Can’t change the band that’s come on you
Can’t face what’s real, can’t face the truth
No use to call the police
There’s mad men loose and killers in the street
We’ve reached the point of destruction
Greed and aborous is our portion
Go to the bar, have another drink
Try real hard to forget to think
Well, I guest it’s just another case
Of living fast and in disgrace
Mixed up world
It’s a mixed up world
Mixed up world
It’s a mixed up world
Runaways in the streets
People die, no food to eat
False prophets everywhere
No-one really seems to care
What’s the solution to all the confusion?
Will there be a revolution?
Crazy thoughts in everyone’s minds
We’re living fast and living to die
Mixed up world
It’s a mixed up world
What has happened to all our dreams?
The only word read is porn magazines
Trash hunting, junk on the screen
Thoughts on news and the kids get clean
From New York City to the Berlin wall
The whole world is headed for a fall
Then it comes like a thief in the night
We’re living too fast and we’re living to die
No faith, broken homes
Too many people are all alone
Charity’s given for the crazy man
We’re burning up from the van
Crazy thoughts on everyone’s minds
No crying, not a tear in the night
Well, I guess it’s just another case
Of living fast and in disgrace
Mixed up world
It’s a mixed up world
Mixed up world
It’s a mixed up world