Nothing left to fit in your urban Tetris today
Going out tonight to catch the only thing you can't get
There are millions of psychos pointing at you
Mumbling thru their gas mask pipe:
You're not here, you're already dead!
You're not real, you're already dead!
Urban Tetris for the psycho
Got to stop the vicious cycle
I hate the rude way they plying with me
Every single day into the gray!
High temperature man from your stupid morning TV show
Can't tell me that I have to go!
The paper-thin souls, they live into the mall
They scream and shout at me,
They got to get rid of me, got to get rid of me...
Because one monkey don't stop the show!
Urban Tetris for the psycho
Got to stop the vicious cycle
The ruins of our revolutions still calmly burn and burn!
The anthems of the power of love don't make their heads turn
None of us can break you down even if we had the strength
You became so damn shiny and strong
Telling me that I have to go...
Urban Tetris for the psycho
Got to stop the vicious cycle
Urban Tetris for the psycho
Got to stop the vicious cycle