Roland, I Feel You

For your heart they won’t let you
For your cell they will trick you
Just things not to come back

Know this the world’s an evil machine
What you need is a ghost
But there’s no friendly ghost

Roland I feel you
It is mayhem out these days
I specialize in end times too
Last night I dreamt I was flying the jet
Into the mothership
But then i woke up too soon

Hold tight get a grip
The whole world is going to hell
The kids, right out in the streets
Daddy ain’t paying my rent no more

We have the salvation
And invented a device
But created a monster
And get killed by its hands
And in the air a sweet melody
It is a lullaby
And not a calypso beat

Hold tight get a grip
The whole world is going to hell
The kids, right out in the streets
My baby aint feeling the love no more

Hold tight get a grip
The whole world is going to hell
Kids into this world
Yes, until no prick is in charge no more