Testo
Is this the feeling that regular people describe?
When happiness fleetingly greases the palms of your hands
I've shredded the papers while creditors pound on the doors
There's no heat tomorrow, I've paid off the ghosts in your head
Allright?
Got enough for the rest of my life
Got enough for the rest of my days
All I want to do is
Burn it all and start again
Building up, building up inside
Under pressure since the dawn of time
All I want to do is
Burn it all and start again
Nothing personal right?
We've brightened the corners
We're shining a light on the rails
In decadent cages outrageous behaviour prevails
When all of the trappings that make up for failings have failed
I get the feeling the years they've been stealing from my life
I might need one day
Got enough for the rest of my life
Got enough for the rest of my days
All I want to do is
Burn it all and start again
Building up, building up inside
Under pressure since the dawn of time
All I want to do is
Burn it all and start again
Burnin' it up
Burnin' it up
We are burnin' it up
Burn it all!
Burn it all!
Burn it all and start again