Letra da Música: Pro-Test - Skinny Puppy

hit me on the street while waiting to do nothing
where within the space can anything feel certain
look into the future make out the word speak
send in the spies to watch them
creepy are the people unable to do something
sitting on an armchair fenced in their creation
look up to be there anywhere is somewhere
itchy past scratch the itch

in the streets
hit me in the streets
hit me
hit me
in the streets
hit me in the streets

feel about a nation so precious is the freedom
carousel the brass ring reach into a black mass
so its corroded
always polluted
we all want some of it
maybe all the people now left without no loving
where within the strength gone better see it coming
get off the fence trip
rip up the garbage
make it up to the earth bitch

in the streets
hit me in the streets
hit me
hit me
in the streets
hit me in the streets

be a politician
eroding all your freedoms
down the rabbit hole cracks
money markets fall
through a looking glass
time becomes too fast all
on the benefit of the rich
so keep eating from the apple
edges from the center
shaken to the core until it doesn't matter
no one to turn to
no where to run to
better the bomb to blow it

in the streets
hit me in the streets
hit me
hit me
in the streets
hit me in the streets