Welcome to Pop World

You used to think you are the one,
But friends could mould your simple mind.
No matter what they all have done,
Your point of view is so easy to wind.

Welcome to pop world!
Welcome to passive protest and lack of brains!
Your head contains clay easy to mould,
Rebels of yours don’t have any sense…
Welcome to pop world!

You used to think you are the one
To introduce this total neglect,
To hate all you see and thus to have fun,
But all these games – how they lack intellect…

Welcome to pop world!
Welcome to passive protest and lack of brains!
Your head contains clay easy to mould,
Rebels of yours don’t have any sense…
Welcome to pop world!

And all your fucking friends share your beer
And sit in front of home on a bench.
You thought you were the one, my dear,
Although your world is a silly sketch.

Welcome to pop world!
Welcome to passive protest and lack of brains!
Your head contains clay easy to mould,
Rebels of yours don’t have any sense…
Welcome to pop world!