If the police come and tromp the state
And there's a strait crisis and maley
And gradually arodes world technology
Let go, let go, let go, disgruntled
And gradually arodes world technology
Let go, let go, let go, disgruntled
Reflect something of course you descend
Fighting conflict, running fugitive
And gradually arodes world technology
Let go, let go, let go, disgruntled
And gradually arodes world technology
Let go, let go, let go, disgruntled
If the police come and tromp the state
And there's a strait crisis and maley
[Thanks to tim_armstrong@katamail.com for these lyrics]
