Текст песни Vanilla - MoodieBoy

There are mediocre men
who never understand their rights
or when they're wrong
They spit out their screeds
to anyone who believes their tripe
They don't belong
I can't seem to meet
anybody who thinks alike like me
And I
think they're outta their mind

When ordinary ones
with militia and some guns
collapse
when they take a stand
Or fuckers in the crowd
who won't sing aloud
"Our home
on native land"
I can't seem to make
any debate that won't give me
a headache
And I
think they're outta their mind

There are people who engage
in a homophobic rage
when they see
a rainbow row of cans
and insist you stop
when you resist that cop
who would rather kneel
on their fellow man
I can see in a crowd this dense
some that might be a little incensed
and I feel like I'm stepping on a mine

There are mediocre men
who never understand their rights
or when they're wrong
They spit out their screeds
to anyone who believes their tripe
They don't belong

I can't seem to meet
anybody who thinks alike like me
and I
think they're outta their mind

and I
think they're outta their mind