The Distance - Not On Tour

It isn’t really what we dreamed about

It isn’t really a first world country

It isn’t really like the rest of the world

Where everyone is constantly hungry

Hurry out of here with your facisct rules

They stuff right down our throats

Simple people don’t matter, make money fast

Go home and fuck the rest

Most of us won’t be happy

Most of us will have to take the bus back home

People walking past you

Nobody knows their names

They never say hello

In and out of a bus with a meaningless number

Going back and forth

AC in the summer, sweating off anger

Dripping faces on the phones

Most of us won’t be happy

Most of us will have to take the bus back home

They’re walking past you

Nobody knows their names

They never say hello

It should have been better, simple people don’t matter