The Bastards Can't Dance Songtext
von Leatherface

Thought it couldn′t happen in my time
Psychologists dream of regressive things
Fired up again, fired up again
I don't think they can know what they′re doing
It's a curse
And you know that it's worse
Than the first time

We are survivors
Of a seventy strike day
We are survivors
But for how long, it′s beyond belief


You know I′ve seen some things in my time
But nothing as heinous as your chinos
Fired up again, keep your shoes dry in the rain
There's plenty of water on your brain
It′s absurd
But this is the world
This is the world

And the bastards got guns
But no one seems to care
And the bastards got guns
But no one seems to care

Thought it couldn't happen in my time
Psychologists dream of regressive things
Fired up again, fired up again and again and again
I don′t think they can know what they're doing

And we are survivors
Of a seventy strike day
And the designers
Are beyond belief

And the bastards got guns
But no one seems to care
And the designers
Are beyond belief