Sci Fi Songtext
von Crumble Lane

What is the meaning of it all?
There′s no way we'll stick to your goal
Each of your word′s fake, why don't you come clean?
The end is near, nothing is real

It's not a case of mutation
Just a new configuration
Black is what you used to call white yestreen
Get out of here, with your Hollywood dreams

You already see yourself on top
Living by proxy, playing role
Dude, I don′t see any chance of that
Music′s a feeling, not a sham


You may know Springsteen and Jackson
And take tea with Jennifer Aniston
Are you the special bloke you're thinking of?
Cause you′re missing the only basic gift
There's no talent rushing through your veins
You′ll never know what music truly is

Sci fi, sci fi, sci fi, sci fi
Sci fi, sci fi, sci fi, sci fi
Sci fi, sci fi, sci fi, sci fi
Sci fi, sci fi, sci fi, sci fi
Sci fi, sci fi, sci fi, sci fi
Sci fi, sci fi, sci fi, sci fi
Sci fi, sci fi, sci fi, sci fi
Sci fi, sci fi, sci fi, sci fi
Sci fi, sci fi, sci fi, sci fi
Sci fi!

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