All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces.
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere.
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression.
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow.
It's a very, very mad world...
muzyka. Mulder. sen. muzyka. Mulder. sen.
wegetuję.