Vicious Rumours
(Special Forces)
You feel the knife stuck in your back
You feel it twist and you hear it crack
Can´t make a sound for the sudden pain
You wish your blood were novacaine
You see the smoke and you feel the flak
You´re burnin´ up
And you´re turnin´ black
They say you fell and you hit your head
Your upper bunk is . . . bread
Vicious rumours paranoic fears
Sonic boomers ringing in your ears
All of this is gettin normal now
Never go back to your farm and plow
Vicious rumours
You´re right at home
Back in William´s flat
You heard a sound
You turned and shot your cat
Hands are shakin´, everybody sees
And there´s a rhythm drummin´
In your knees
You ruturn a hero for a night
Inside you knew something
Was just not right
Sometimes you duck when you see your pet
Canary turn into a saber jet
Shock consumer
You´re just an average guy
Sweelling tumor pushing on your eyes
And now you know
And why you´re getting progessively numb
Vicious rumours
I´ve been denied, debriefed, detoned
Sometimes I howl right at the moon
My family treats me fragily
They know my volatility
Vicious rumours, paranoic fears
Sonic boomers ringing in my ears
And now I know
And why you´re getting progessively numb
Vicious rumours
Vicious rumours
Vicious rumours
Who do you think we are
Who do you think we are
We don´t care
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