Paroles
The selfish, smiling fool and the sullen
Frowning fool shall both be thought wise
Think, think
Like mountain-climbing
Or skiing in the Alps
Think of it
I don't
It was a big, fat contender
Wet
The ugly pavement cracks
Claws
Unsafe
I thought
Insect posse will be crushed
That was a bit of code
Selfish
There was not much going on
In the minds of the weak
They were unprepared to be torched
By lighter kleptomaniacs
So-called dangerous
There is mad and there is bad
And there is sad
But there is bad and sad
Dangerous
And
Dangerous
And
Dangerous
And
Dangerous
And
Dangerous
And the maker
Shall inherit the moon
They would be panoramic
Same again, sir
How can you have the same again
What they say
Dangerous
