Album : Soldier
Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
I walk around, and I flop around
Well I need something, that will be found
More venom's, more dynamite, more disaster
And I need more than I ever did before
But everything is going up in price

My life is going alright up till now
Even so there's something missing
More truth, more intelligence
More future, more laugh, more culture
Don't forget adrenaline, more freedom

And I need more than an ordinary grind
And the more I think the more I need
More clouds, I'll take more money
More champagne, I can't forget my brain

More floor's, more door's, more mustard
Pickle and relish
And I need more than an ordinary grind

Everybody ought to love his job
And live his life and keep his pride
Imperturbably happy with the one you love
With an exciting future on the fat of the land

And I need more than an ordinary grind
And the more I think the more I need
My life is going' alright up till now
Even so it's not enough for me

And I need more
And I need more
And I need more

Than I ever did before
I need to lead a dissipate existence
And play scratchy records and enjoy my decline
With more divorce
More distance
More future, more culture

More
I walk around, and I flop around   Well I need something, that will be found   More venom's, more dynamite, more disaster   And I need more than I ever did before   But everything is going up in price      My life is going alright up till now   Even so there's something missing   More truth, more intelligence   More future, more laugh, more culture   Don't forget adrenaline, more freedom      And I need more than an ordinary grind   And the more I think the more I need   More clouds, I'll take more money   More champagne, I can't forget my brain      More floor's, more door's, more mustard   Pickle and relish   And I need more than an ordinary grind      Everybody ought to love his job   And live his life and keep his pride   Imperturbably happy with the one you love   With an exciting future on the fat of the land      And I need more than an ordinary grind   And the more I think the more I need   My life is going' alright up till now   Even so it's not enough for me      And I need more   And I need more   And I need more      Than I ever did before   I need to lead a dissipate existence   And play scratchy records and enjoy my decline   With more divorce   More distance   More future, more culture      More
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