Текст песни Buster Keaton

Full blood veggie dressed in fur And your beliefs are in a blur The benetton colors are so true Just not on the beach next to you Maybe it's time for some self interrogation But you already chose your final destination Saving the whales during the day But at night your making them pay This is why You think you're on track And never falling back Tell your little conscience that You think you're on track And never falling back You can't keep on preachin' Like its your sunday meetin' Its to buster keaton Maybe there is no eden Girl, you acting like you still have your corporate Virginity But there is always a cross for you to bear Politically correct about everything besides yourself If you could buy a perfume of it you would This is why You think you're on track And never falling back Tell your little conscience that You think you're on track And never falling back You can't keep on preachin' Like its your sunday meetin' Its to buster keaton Maybe there is no eden Check it out Take it all Take it all Take it from your all