What's up with what's going down
In every city, in every town?
Cramping styles is the plan,
They've got us in the palm of every hand.
When we pretend that we're dead,
When we pretend that we're dead,
They can't hear a word we've said,
When we pretend that we're dead.
Come on! [×16]
Turn the tables with our unity,
They're neither moral nor majority,
Wake up and smell the coffee
Or just say ‘no' to individuality.
When we pretend that we're dead,
When we pretend that we're dead,
They can't hear a word we've said,
When we pretend that we're dead.
Come on! [×16]
When we pretend that we're dead,
When we pretend that we're dead,
They can't hear a word we've said,
When we pretend that we're dead.
Dead! [×16]