Thought Control Songtext
von The Rival Mob

Every day of your life you′re getting told just how to think by a bureaucracy of human scum.
And if it's not them well it′s the heroes of this country trying to fit you right into their mold.

WE DON'T NEED YOUR THOUGHT CONTROL.
You will never save my soul.
WE DON'T NEED YOUR THOUGHT CONTROL.
You will never save my soul.
So don′t fucking try.


You′ll never hear me say i'm sorry for telling you what I think because your face of disgust fills me with pride.
And you′ll never guilt trip me because you have an audience. A bunch of clapping morons for your lies.

WE DON'T NEED YOUR THOUGHT CONTROL.
You will never save my soul.
WE DON′T NEED YOUR THOUGHT CONTROL.
You will never save my soul.
So don't fucking try.

Another one of your schemes it′s so pathetic.
You wanna try it with me, you might regret it...