Оригинален текст
Got to wipe my feet off, now
Got to kick the shoes
There's a lot of empties on the ground
Got to fill some new ones
I know some day they're gonna
Exercise a reasonable amount
Of strain on my simple way
A simple lack of feeling
A simple lack of fuel
A simple lack of energy to play,
Create, and make it through the day
I know some day they're gonna
Exercise a reasonable amount
Of strain on my simple way
I know some day they're gonna separate
The part of the brain that can discriminate
The friendly from the enemy
You are the enemy...
There's a lot of bodies on the ground
I know. I used to be one
I learned I'm not the kind of guy
Who'd cheat a friend to make it through the day
I know some day they're gonna
Exercise a reasonable amount
Of strain on my simple way
You are the enemy...