Dissident Lament Songtext
von Mecano

I′m not intent upon your schicksal
But advice to conspire
With the too protected inmates
Against the chain lied, secret smiled,
Favored moderates Who deprive from life all extremity
And are dead food for you and me
Dead food for you and me
Dead food for you and me

On Siberian sidewalks mistaken on our trail
We spit inflammatory words
Dissidential, you know, unauthorized by meaning and subjectical
Incognito.