Prospeckt's March

Smoke is rising from the houses People Burying their dead I ask somebody what the time is But time doesn't matter to them yet People talking without speaking Trying to take what they can get I ask you if you remember Propekt, how could I forget? Drums... Here it comes... Don't you wish that life could be as simple, As fish swimming round in a barrel. While you've got the gun? Oh and I'll run Here it comes... We're just two little figures in a soup bowl Trying to get behind a kind of control When I wasn't one... Here I lie> On my own in a seperate sky... Here I lie> On my own in a seperate sky... I don't want to die> On my own, here, tonight Here I lie> On my own in a seperate sky...