A Telephone on Silent mode

Telephone silent mode
You wonder why?
You wonder why?
I Tell you why

They fuck people from behind
Smoking kills they say
So do you

Dropped my glasses the other day
Broke to pieces
Looked like the world

All of you phony people out there
Without a heart

Go fuck yourself!
Go fuck yourself!
Go fuck yourself!

Sweet melody through my ears
floating from left to right

Get hits by a train
When I see you again
And we start all over from the begnin'

T-Shirt shivering, smelling sweet
A man dances on the table
Where the sailors sits
Focus on him almost as if
You could see hin struggeling
For survival out there in the ocean

Pathetic beings!
Pathetic beings!
Pathetic beings!

Sweat melody through my ears
Floating from left to right

Tools we all are.
Tools we all are.