What I can do I can do again
I have a thought in my afterbrain
Roller coaster pain
It's all about a roller coaster pain
All about a roller coaster pain
Running through each stretching vein
Stand up and do you own thing
Bring in the light that we can't hate
Moving with fame trying to sing
Give it your best voting can't wait
The pulses within your heartbeats
What does this all 'perfection' mean
Their meanings and streetwise aesthetes
Where have they before all been
Cover your changes who shall win
There is no room to be here different
Vote for your nearest - hold that linchpin
Your way of thinking - it's own aspirant
Nothing comes in and out easy
There is no room for changing me
All to directions briefly and breezy
What will it be you just wait and see
Cover your changes who shall win
There is no room to be here different
Roll on your weel - hold that linchpin
Your way of thinking - it's own aspirant
Your way of thinking - it's own aspirant
You can't win I'm on my own turf
You can't win I'm on my own turf
You can't win I'm on my own turf
You can't win I'm on my own turf
Cover your changes who shall win
There is no room to be here different
Vote for your nearest - hold that linchpin
Your way of thinking - it's own aspirant
Nothing comes in and out easy
There is no room for changing me
All to directions briefly and breezy
What will it be you just wait and see
Turn around your own fading luck
Get yourself as fast as you can out of here
Don't be the one who's forever stuck
Lost and never again found - going nowhere
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Time to tell the truth - yeah
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Time to tell the truth - yeah
Time to tell the truth - yeah
Time to tell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem