Tekst
I don't need to be sociable
I don't need to be probable
There's no need to make sense at all
Or to be a brick in their wall
Low, low, low
Dissasociative glow, no, no
Got no time to kill, no
Got the means to be mean
Got the means to be free
From the talking machines
And I don't need to be
A model of conformity
You know?
And I don't need an alibi for sanity
Cause I'm my own
I don't care to be likeable
If that means to be predictable
I ain't gonna answer your beck and call
As it makes my world grey and dull
Low, low, low
Dissasociative glow, no, no
Got no time to kill, no
Got the means to be mean
Got the means to be free
From the talking machines
And I don't need to be
A model of conformity
You know?
And I don't need an alibi for sanity
Cause I'm my own
