Toppled Dynamo Songtext
von Endless Hallway

Hear me call to the president
Silently, let the animals cry
For all your phones and freeways
Loaded homes, insured in faith

I, I, I, I, I, I don′t need what you need

I got nothing to sell to you
If a man is what you need
And I got nothing to sell to you
And I'm still that, I′m still that little


And here's a thought as you hold underwater
The minute real life apparently can't sit still
And you′re so scared that it′s not what you wanted
The pattern pulls another low
They say the fire's out
Washed up by the stream

I, I, I, I, I, I don′t need what you need, need nothing

I got nothing to sell to you
If a man is what you need
And I got nothing to sell to you
And I'm still that, I′m still that little

Let the plow ride out
Let the houses burn

I got nothing to sell to you
If a man is what you need now
And I got nothing to sell to you
And I'm still that, I′m still that little

Still that little boy
Still that little boy
Still that little