Bears Songtext
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It's too dark to see,
Oh the lights are blinding me,
Yeah, I know where I'm going but is it worth it being here,
Before the dawn even cracked, maybe I deserve a smack.
Three hours a day, a whole lifetime wasted away,
It's for a bright future they say.
So do this and do that. You won't make it on the high way, you brat.
So you better do it our way if you want to survive,
Maybe, just maybe, we'll keep you alive.
They quote Darwin like God; survival of the fittest is king.
But really it's the army that's doing the marching.
Little ants in a line, too quick to discombine.
Now who's the greatest fool of the hunt? In the back or in the front?
Even the grizzliest bears, they all have to breathe,
A dying emperor will forget all his greed;
He'll sell his empire, his soul, the holy throne itself,
Just for a minute, for a second, for a final breath.
The storm is looming ahead, the beauty's turning in her bed,
Well I haven't got the time of day, it's not fair I'm done. I'm running away.
Even the grizzliest bears, they all have to breed,
A dying emperor will forget all his greed;
He'll sell his empire, his soul, the holy throne itself,
Just for a minute, for a second, for a final breath.
It's too dark to see, the lights are blinding me. It's too dark to see, the lights are blinding me.
Oh the lights are blinding me,
Yeah, I know where I'm going but is it worth it being here,
Before the dawn even cracked, maybe I deserve a smack.
Three hours a day, a whole lifetime wasted away,
It's for a bright future they say.
So do this and do that. You won't make it on the high way, you brat.
So you better do it our way if you want to survive,
Maybe, just maybe, we'll keep you alive.
They quote Darwin like God; survival of the fittest is king.
But really it's the army that's doing the marching.
Little ants in a line, too quick to discombine.
Now who's the greatest fool of the hunt? In the back or in the front?
Even the grizzliest bears, they all have to breathe,
A dying emperor will forget all his greed;
He'll sell his empire, his soul, the holy throne itself,
Just for a minute, for a second, for a final breath.
The storm is looming ahead, the beauty's turning in her bed,
Well I haven't got the time of day, it's not fair I'm done. I'm running away.
Even the grizzliest bears, they all have to breed,
A dying emperor will forget all his greed;
He'll sell his empire, his soul, the holy throne itself,
Just for a minute, for a second, for a final breath.
It's too dark to see, the lights are blinding me. It's too dark to see, the lights are blinding me.
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