Promises (Paprika Korps)

Why do I have this feeling – They want to suck blood from my vains, where are all those JFK’s with their trustworthy promises There’s no need to be obsessed Searchin’ for the knowledge you can’t have Truth’s out of reach of your hands Lying in the drawer of their desks They’re redefining the meaning of the word morality Flying ten kilometres above the law Givin’ show to the mob to cool down the heat The government will feed itself again