Ground Zero Songtext

von Cobra

You're not the car you drive, you're not your job,
You're not how much money you have in the bank,
Single-serving sugar, single-serving cream, single pat of butter,
Tiny bars of soap, single-serving friends. This is it: ground zero.
Listen me up, you're not special, you're the all-singing all-dancing crap of the world.
You are not the contents of your wallet,
You're not a beautiful or unique snowflake.
Listen me up, you're not special, you're the all-singing all-dancing crap of the world.
We are God's unwanted children, So be it!
We've all been raised on tv to believe that one day we'd all be movie gods and rock stars. But we won't and we're slowly learning that fact and we're very pissed off.