17:16:19, por Lugris   , 150 palavras  
Categorias: Geral, Músicas, B.S.O. da memória, Aqueles maravilhosos anos

We don't need thought control

Living easy, living free: no stop signs, speed limit. We don't need no education, I felt a little like a dying clown. Who the fuck are you?
We dont need no thought control. Don't need reason, don't need rhyme, I remember throwin' punches around.
And preachin' from my chair: Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!




"Wrong, Do it again!" Asking nothing, leave me be.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall. I'm on my way to the promised land, my heart is like a broken cup. I only feel right on my knees.
"Wrong, Do it again!". Hey Momma, look at me: my friends are gonna be there too season ticket on a one-way ride.
How can I measure up to anyone now, after such a love as this. Season ticket on a one-way ride.

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