Original lyrics

EN

80's people dancing, oooh Always get it right I'd listen but I can't tonight I can't tonight, I can't tonight Well, it's something that you do to get it right End up reviled for it Yeah, that's the thanks I get I don't understand Your fucked up system, this sinister city Try to sell the water Try to sell the air Try to sell your daughter Try to sell her hair Verse! We all want to watch the fight Is it on Sunday? Hide in a hole with a gun in your hand In front of someone you want dead I guess Hiding in your suit I did not know that They're bringing me back to my past I got my head in my hands I got my head in my I got my head in my hands I got my head in my I got my head, it's just something that you do to get it right End up reviled for it And that's the thanks I get Jail, that's what you get Stepping to the system Profiting from war Fighting as the victim Always wanting more Trying to trick your brothers Get them to fight it for you I cannot believe my eyes Darling, I can tell you lies Coast to coast L.A. to Chicago I don't know geography all that well Defying Western logic Even if it shows you're wrong I guess that's a classic Been with us all along