Well I've said it now, nothing's changed
People are burning for pocket change
And creative minds are lazy
And the big three killed my baby
And my baby's my common sense
So don't feed me planned obsolescence.
Yeah my baby's my common sense
so don't feed me planned obsolescence.
Forget the dead you've left; they will not follow you.
The vagabond who is rapping at your door, is standing in the clothes you once wore.