Из альбома: No Need to Panic
Some get kicks by kicking people,
some get high by talking down
I get mine somewhere in-between,
dumb attitudes make me frown
There are no guns, there's just guitars,
shooting down the hopeful stars
But it's dog eat dog in this old game,
honesty don't always get you fame
We're up here looking for adventure,
crazy apes on a wicked trapeze
Entertaining for entertainment,
a two-way mirror reflecting ease
So please don't let us dominate you,
don't let your heads get in a whirl
We're just devils craving sympathy,
save us from the big bad world