Letras:
Burning Heads Fine

The third world is calling The third world is calling you The third world is calling The third world is calling you Feels like we're back in the middle

won't complain and tomorrow I'll feel fine I won't put my life in other's hands that is more that I can stand I'd rather play heads than tail and I

The third world is calling The third world is calling you The third world is calling The third world is calling you Feels like we're back in the

to Battersea Bollywood to Battersea Bollywood to Battersea Yeah I was a child of the suicide and the leisure Oh one fine day I was led astray To a burning

eight fool in I don't know orogotus If I have to do rock a roller up a jello Facial, connish lie Smoke a bowl of feeling fine Burn and people, try to

give you my wit But when I get back, I'ma bounce straight to your crib On the strength, son slid until you to the Greyhound Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed

with you makes me shake my head then smile and yawn I?m worn out but I?m beaming and it seems that we are dreamy as we head out through that strange

war inside my head Feeling strangers staring my way Reading minds never read Tasting danger with each word I say Waging the war inside my head [IV.

much anger aimed at no perticular direction Just sprays and sprays Straight through your radio wavs It plays and plays Till it stays stuck in your head