Paroles de Dyslexics Of The World... Untie!
If he ever wanted toGet a degree, I guarantee
They will say that he's not fit to shine a shoe
After all, he's not bourgeoisie
He's not a delinquent, he's just out of sync with
The mainstream middle class
The white-collar workers,
The bureaucrats
A poor cerebellum, and whats more, branded a felon
Because of how he speaks
And he dont fit in
He dont fit in with the clique
You cant carry on, carry on carry on, put up a fight (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
You cant carry on, else how they gonna know whats wrong or right? (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
You must.stand.up, not stand back and keep living a lie (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
Dyslexics of the world untie
If they ever wanted to, fit the mould
Go for gold
They'd have to have branded underwear and listen to Pop-Rock and Roll
But they just like playing Pac-Man and their dads are on the dole
Adam and Scott had a lot 'til they were told that They dont understand, why, to be in command
You must first learn to comply
Ask no questions,
tell no lies
You cant carry on, carry on carry on, put up a fight (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
You cant carry on, else how they gonna know whats wrong or right? (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
You must.stand.up, not stand back and keep living a lie (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
Dyslexics of the world untie
You cant carry on, carry on carry on, put up a fight (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
You cant carry on, else how they gonna know whats wrong or right? (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
You must.stand.up, not stand back and keep living a lie (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
Dyslexics of the world untie
(Thanks to Alexis Blue for these lyrics)
The white-collar workers,
The bureaucrats
A poor cerebellum, and whats more, branded a felon
Because of how he speaks
And he dont fit in
He dont fit in with the clique
You cant carry on, carry on carry on, put up a fight (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
You cant carry on, else how they gonna know whats wrong or right? (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
You must.stand.up, not stand back and keep living a lie (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
Dyslexics of the world untie
If they ever wanted to, fit the mould
Go for gold
They'd have to have branded underwear and listen to Pop-Rock and Roll
But they just like playing Pac-Man and their dads are on the dole
Adam and Scott had a lot 'til they were told that They dont understand, why, to be in command
You must first learn to comply
Ask no questions,
tell no lies
You cant carry on, carry on carry on, put up a fight (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
You cant carry on, else how they gonna know whats wrong or right? (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
You must.stand.up, not stand back and keep living a lie (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
Dyslexics of the world untie
You cant carry on, carry on carry on, put up a fight (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
You cant carry on, else how they gonna know whats wrong or right? (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
You must.stand.up, not stand back and keep living a lie (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
Dyslexics of the world untie
(Thanks to Alexis Blue for these lyrics)
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