Testo D.u.m.e.

Take them out for a Sunday drive
Out in the woods they can't survive
Put them in their little lies
It won't be long before they die
Walking dead in Sunday clothes
Picking up dirt like no-one knows
Mindless garbage fills their heads
Hey, tomorrow you'll wake up dead
Somebody hates you, you must know?
Getting the axe, as they saying goes.
Doesn't matter much, when you don't look back,
But your faith's on the line and your boots are not tight.
Smells like a death wagon, it�s hot here.
It's so easy when you just don't care.
Severed you soul, and the devil is mad,
Piece it together before it all breaks.

They say it's really going to happen.
I say it's really going to happen.

D, D.U.M.E
For you not meD.U.M.E

They say it's really going to happen.
I say it's really going to happen.

Again, and again. Just having a ball.
It's difficult when your at a loss
Bear in mind, it�s a seventeeth year
They�re double faced, they don�t know what�s true
It's not easy to say goodbye,
Tomorrow never comes and no-one knows why
Making waves, he never gets anywhere.
You�re better off where you�re not dead everyday.

They say it's really going to happen.
I say it's really going to happen.

D, D.U.M.E
For you not me
D.U.M.E

They say it's really going to happen.
I say it's really going to happen.

D, D.U.M.E
For you not me
D.U.M.E

They say it's really going to happen.
I say it's really going to happen.

D, D.U.M.E
For you not me
D.U.M.E