It's not enough to be a rebel inside
It's the look, the talk you need to hide behind
Though those dreams are not my own
I'll join the rats with my new uniform
All it means: a whole lot of nothing
I saw the crying face in the crowd
We're all the same just the wrong way round
Though those dreams are not my own
I'll join the rats with my new uniform
All it means: a whole lot of nothing
