Lyrics
Michael jackson had a friend, why hasn t it exploded yet
There is something out there burning and is unspoken, why hasn t it exploded yet
All the papers speak to me telling me about the truth on pages, i should not forget to spend my wages, lives the greatest poet
there is something out there burning and is unspoken
Why hasn t it exploded yet, why hasn t it exploded yet
where are all the people at someone s paying for the fare
where are all the people at someone s paying for the fare
Why hasn t it exploded yet, why hasn t it exploded yet Sophie, michael jackson had a friend
there is something out there burning and is unspoken
It s invisible, it s invisible
everybody are the bodes that we all know about
why hasn t it exploded yet
Why hasn t it exploded yet, lives the greatest poet
It s invisible, sophie hunger
where are all the people at someone s paying for the fare
I don t know what it is that it is behind the curtain, we would never know it, scribbling signs into to the dust
Scribbling signs into to the dust, where are all the people at someone s paying for the fare Invisible, somewhere in the hindukush
Fish are dying out again, lives the greatest poet Invisible, sophie hunger
We would never know it, why hasn t it exploded yet Invisible, where are all the people at someone s paying for the fare
It s invisible, why hasn t it exploded yet, it s invisible
We would never know it, i don t know what it is that it is behind the curtain Sophie, where are all the people at someone s paying for the fare
All the papers speak to me telling me about the truth on pages, why hasn t it exploded yet
I don t know what it is that it is behind the curtain, lives the greatest poet, sophie hunger
Where are all the people at someone s paying for the fare, it s invisible, it s invisible
Lives the greatest poet, where are all the people at someone s paying for the fare
Why hasn t it exploded yet, where are all the people at someone s paying for the fare, scribbling signs into to the dust
Where are all the people at someone s paying for the fare, everybody are the bodes that we all know about Invisible, why hasn t it exploded yet
When i step out on the street, we would never know it
Where are all the people at someone s paying for the fare, where are all the people at someone s paying for the fare
fish are dying out again
Why hasn t it exploded yet, where are all the people at someone s paying for the fare Sophie, where are all the people at someone s paying for the fare
where are all the people at someone s paying for the fare
Scribbling signs into to the dust, why hasn t it exploded yet