"No Sense" lyrics
Some days I wake and I do look outside and don't know what I see
And think the dreams from where I've come might be reality
I stand and I do walk and I do look but I fall short
Of making sense, and on days like this I...
On days like this, I'm looking at billboards and machines and commercials on the screens
When the pictures in the trains playing games inside the brains
Of all the people who oblige like ants to advertising syndicates
I look at shit like this and I cannot make no sense of it
Thinking about, thinking about, thinking about all the streets that never end
Filled with cars and trucks and parking lots and fumes that fill my head
And then my mind begins to hurt, it beats inside of me
I look and I do wonder but I cannot make no sense of it
It drives me mad hearing all the mobiles that do ring
Seeing kids with phones like dogs with bones, destruction these things bring
And then I'm sure man must be mad to worship tools like this
I think of better things and I cannot make no sense of it
I was born in a land where natives, they were shamed
And today the government's afraid to recognise the blame
And deal with reconciliation that does stink
I think of better things and I cannot make no sense of it
On days like this, I'm looking at billboards and machines and commercials on the screens
When the pictures in the trains playing games inside the brains
Of all the people who oblige like ants to advertising syndicates
I look at shit like this and I cannot make no sense of it
Thinking about, thinking about, thinking about all the streets that never end
Filled with cars and trucks and parking lots and fumes that fill my head
And then my mind begins to hurt, it beats inside of me
I look and I do wonder but I cannot make no sense of it
Drives me mad hearing all the mobiles that do ring
Seeing kids with phones like dogs with bones, destruction these things bring
And then I'm sure man must be mad to worship tools like this
I think of better things and I cannot make no sense of it
I was born in a land where natives, they were shamed
And today the government's afraid to recognise the blame
And deal with reconciliation that does stink
I think of better things, I think of better things
I think of better things, I think of better things
I think of better things, I think of better things
I think of better things, I think of better things
I think of better things
And think the dreams from where I've come might be reality
I stand and I do walk and I do look but I fall short
Of making sense, and on days like this I...
On days like this, I'm looking at billboards and machines and commercials on the screens
When the pictures in the trains playing games inside the brains
Of all the people who oblige like ants to advertising syndicates
I look at shit like this and I cannot make no sense of it
Thinking about, thinking about, thinking about all the streets that never end
Filled with cars and trucks and parking lots and fumes that fill my head
And then my mind begins to hurt, it beats inside of me
I look and I do wonder but I cannot make no sense of it
It drives me mad hearing all the mobiles that do ring
Seeing kids with phones like dogs with bones, destruction these things bring
And then I'm sure man must be mad to worship tools like this
I think of better things and I cannot make no sense of it
I was born in a land where natives, they were shamed
And today the government's afraid to recognise the blame
And deal with reconciliation that does stink
I think of better things and I cannot make no sense of it
On days like this, I'm looking at billboards and machines and commercials on the screens
When the pictures in the trains playing games inside the brains
Of all the people who oblige like ants to advertising syndicates
I look at shit like this and I cannot make no sense of it
Thinking about, thinking about, thinking about all the streets that never end
Filled with cars and trucks and parking lots and fumes that fill my head
And then my mind begins to hurt, it beats inside of me
I look and I do wonder but I cannot make no sense of it
Drives me mad hearing all the mobiles that do ring
Seeing kids with phones like dogs with bones, destruction these things bring
And then I'm sure man must be mad to worship tools like this
I think of better things and I cannot make no sense of it
I was born in a land where natives, they were shamed
And today the government's afraid to recognise the blame
And deal with reconciliation that does stink
I think of better things, I think of better things
I think of better things, I think of better things
I think of better things, I think of better things
I think of better things, I think of better things
I think of better things
Writer(s): Felix Riebl
