Howard Jones - Where are we going

Tekst :

Restraints were hoisted on at such an early age
Straps were tightened in the class
Scripts by the school sage
Putting out the spark
Left us in the dark

Possibilities shut right down
The cleaver of the uniform was handed down
Treated like a clown

Where are we going
Where are we going
What are we doing
What are we doing
Throwing it away like that
What are you doing
Throwing is away
All that potential
All that potential
Trickling away like that

We will refuse to be your clones or
Work in someone s scheme
Let a person find themselves not be part
Of a machine that worships power and wealth
We need our sanity
A day will come when everyone will have
Their due respect
Hate will no longer be a twisted form of love

Where are we going
What are we doing
Throwing it away like that
What are you doing
All that potential
Trickling away like that

Tell me where are we going
What are we doing
Throwing it away like that
What are you doing
All that potential
Trickling away like that

Inne utwory

  • The voices are back
  • The prisoner
  • Have you heard the news
  • Look mama
  • Exodus
  • Thing can only get better
  • Your wildlife
  • Brutality of fact
  • Roll right up
  • Guardians of the breath
  • Two souls
  • Last supper
  • Give me the strength
  • Automaton
  • Those who move clouds

    • Losowe utwory

    Something rotten

    Get real
    It seems
    When you re here I see something rotten
    The stinks
    Are here
    It s guaranteed all is forgotten

    Tell me
    Tell me
    It s clear
    Perhaps you have forgotten
    Don t fear
    Don t...

    Higher

    Take you (higher)
    Hit you (higher)
    Make you (higher)
    Hit you (higher)
    Take you (higher)

    I don t know what to make of this
    Funny brothers on my nerves type ridiculous
    I guess I really gotta do it
    Put my game...

    Untouchable

    Untouchable, look at how you found me
    I m lookin around sayin these are my friends
    It s a strange world my enemies are my friends
    More of the same street, same world, same problems
    Is this indifferent?
    Same drama, same karma, same...

    What else is there?

    It was me on the road
    But you couldn t see me
    Too many lights out,
    But nowhere near here

    It was me on the road
    Still you couldn t see me
    And the flashlights and explosions

    Roads and getting nearer
    We cover distance but not...

    Hard times

    Close, your eyes
    And rest youir tired body, next to mine.
    Nobody knows,
    more than you.
    These hard times that we re living through,
    but baby we ll go on and on.
    Hey, Lord knows,
    we got each other.
    So kiss me,
    kiss me hard, and long.
    Mmm
    Hard times, we can get over, yeah

    *scat*

    Now son, yeah.
    Hate must rise,
    and she comin...