New Thing کے بول

Lately I’ve been thinking What’s the matter with this world Your prophet asked for money on my TV What’s with all this madness Is it just something I have not seen You feed the fire with gasoline I want to flee to LA And I wish it would just rain And wash away the sorrows of my tears And find a place where I can grow some wings The world is hanging by a string I’m sick of still pretending And I’m tired of what they say I can have it any other way I need a big solution Give me a resolution To solve my thoughts, I’ll take it anyway Lock me in your penthouse And toss away the key Throw it to the bottom of the sea And find a place where I can grow some wings The world is hanging by a string I don’t get religion I know that they’re delusions I don’t mind the lies so why should you And find a place where I can grow some wings The world is hanging by a string