Testo: Nikson. Preachers Go To Hell. Everydays.

When you see the same things everyday
and nothing seems to change
you just wanna break out from the bubble you've livin' in
when you see there is no end of the boredom
and nothing's rearranged
you're filled with anger, hate
you can't do things the same

When you feel the same things everyday
and the faces are the same
you just wanna find a shed to hide from everything
when you feel you've found something to believe in
and it's hard to behave
you've taken down
and all the same things on again

Shut up!
It's a sad story
No heroes, there's no glory
It's you standing in front of God
Shut up!
It's a sad story
Now it's you standing in front of God
and you can't tell what was good in life

When you see the same things everyday
and nothing seems to change
you just wanna break out from the bubble you've livin' in
when you see there is no end of the boredom
and nothing's rearranged
you're filled with anger, hate
you can't do things the same

what are you up to?
There's just nothing you can do
It's been all written
There is nothing you can do!

Shut up!
It's a sad story
No heroes, there's no glory
It's you standing in front of God
Shut up!
It's a sad story
Now it's you standing in front of God
and you can't tell what was good in life