Оригинален текст
Running overtime, we're going to run them out
stepping over lines, we're going to cross them out
people in the street, they always start to shout
children in the heat, we better drown them out
people never know, what it is they scream about
i have slowly grown, apart from myself
think that you're the one, these people shout about?
people like you are some, of those i don't care about