Testo di Filing Dead Blanks

FILING DEAD BLANKS Hands all over Its time to take control of the city Its time to make a move Before you lose the groove You gotta have that girl But it's a dead end street It's not something you get born with You get dumber on the way By filing dead blanks The bitter side of it all Is somehow obliterated When the dance starts shaking People instantly But in your case, my friend There's no way outta here This dark room we live in Is serving a greater cause By letting us sleep Its so sad when I see you smile It makes it all worthwhile But the feeling is bad at all And when I see you laughing I can see from far The reason that we are Different from the others