Roland, I Feel You
For your cell they will trick you
Just things not to come back
Know this the world's an evil machine
What you need is a ghost
But there's no friendly ghost
Roland I feel you
It is mayhem out these days
I specialize in end times too
Last night I dreamt I was flying the jet
Into the mothership
But then i woke up too soon
Hold tight get a grip
The whole world is going to hell
The kids, right out in the streets
Daddy ain't paying my rent no more
We have the salvation
And invented a device
But created a monster
And get killed by its hands
And in the air a sweet melody
It is a lullaby
And not a calypso beat
Hold tight get a grip
The whole world is going to hell
The kids, right out in the streets
My baby aint feeling the love no more
Hold tight get a grip
The whole world is going to hell
Kids into this world
Yes, until no prick is in charge no more