Songtext von Interchangeable Parts

Impatient, stationed somewhere near the border just between Hurried youth and static ends. There's not much here to defend The radio's pushing the orders (cross the border!) Don't let me through! Cause we're just clearing the way for the suitors of our future Dress me up in proper clothes For naked men, it's far too cold And if these rags just hide the mold Of stale desires, then send me home If there's not a place for you and me In tomorrow's society Will it hurt you if we wait behind as I fail to find faith? So here's to not squinting to see my reflection In some upscale corporate blight Caught between wanting to do the right thing And not knowing what the right thing is: I guess this is how loneliness feels. So throw a rope around the dreamers For they might stray too far Be careful what you feed the children Or else they'll grow kind hearts Train the ones for the mean machine Interchangeable, though sad it seems