They're in you, they're in me
Text: B. Fosko/J.P. van der Mey
They're in you, they're in me
Text: B. Fosko/J.P. van der Mey
Just throws money around
Exposing defenseless people
Exposing them to violence
I see his face
Like a caricature
An oil salesman
That plays with fire
Just throws money around
Exposing defenseless people
Exposing them to violence
I see his face
Like a caricature
An oil salesman
That plays with fire
As rotten as the disease
When are you going to stop
With that spiral
Dangerous man
You seem very big but
You can't kill the war by shooting
As rotten as the disease
When are you going to stop
With that spiral
Dangerous man
You seem very big but
You can't kill the war by shooting
Surrounds himself with fans
Looks at life through a very narrow lens
He doubts people
And counts on God
Maybe that's why he keeps
So much under gunpoint
Surrounds himself with fans
Looks at life through a very narrow lens
He doubts people
And counts on God
Maybe that's why he keeps
So much under gunpoint
Capable of anything
If you contradict him
He gets angry
He talks to himself
Keeps talking
Nobody knows for sure
If he hears anything
Capable of anything
If you contradict him
He gets angry
He talks to himself
Keeps talking
Nobody knows for sure
If he hears anything