Too far

Feeling fallen like a stone You ask your mother, "is it true?" Stays to listen, nose is cold We can't work it out (It's following me [x8]) It's no fun, you're the last one We're the last to...

Maybe we should ask ourselves, Maybe we should talk. Don't tell me your good enough With your angry racist stuff. How can you judge a man By the way he dresses up? Just because we're not like you, It...