Lyrics

These are the views that you're forced to believe in When you don't wanna choose the theme or decide what to mean Those funny thoughts in your head now, any which way Will shake your foundation down then make your day When the thrashers are pounding Much too fast for love And the neon lights blinding Who could ask for more? Blame the world conspiracy for the mood that you're in Or any other elevated word to describe the scheme Then sit and watch your navel growing dirtier by the day Listening to the drone from the era constructing decay Well the thrasher's still pounding And who won't give a damn That it's the final solution Of the master plan Well the trashers are pounding And I'll dream away I'll go anywhere I wanna I'm not gonna stay Then if I could rewind and start all over again I'd buy a bulletproof conception and a couple of matching friends But then again my right hand fills in the form Those spastic signs to keep it close to the norm Well the thrasher's still pounding And who won't give a damn That it's the final solution Of the master plan Well the trashers are pounding And I'll dream away I'll go anywhere I wanna I'm not gonna stay