Hey you, so whatcha gonna do? Ah

Bearable, searable, popular demand
From cradle to grave, disabled diary of man
Bearable, searable, popular demand
Bearable, searable, popular demand
From cradle to grave, disabled diary of man
Bearable, searable, popular demand

How things are together we'll destroy
Then we can destroy what we are
Together we can build what we are whеn we dream the spirit three
Wе don't give praise, we take praise, so why are we?

From cradle to grave, disabled diary of man
Bearable, searable, popular demand
From cradle to grave, disabled diary of man

Hey you, so whatcha gonna do? Ah

How things are together we'll destroy
And then we can destroy what we are
Together we can build what we are when we dream the spirit three
We don't give praise, we take praise, so why are we?

From cradle to grave, disabled diary of man
Bearable, searable, popular demand
From cradle to grave, disabled diary of man
Bearable, searable, popular demand
Feed me when I'm hungry, drink me till I'm dry
The dream of yesterday becomes another lie
You feed me lies, distortion, the English disaster
No one's free, one love for one master

Bearable, searable, popular demand
From cradle to grave, disabled diary of man

We found a new place to live where we're taught to grow strong
And strongly sensitive, and life sets the scenery
Colours leave only beauty, words and wine amongst the greenery
See how it is, see how it is

The only lessons you teach is from a margin
You ask my origin
The only lessons you teach is from a margin
You ask my origin, it's a moral sin, it's a moral sin

Extract from crystals though nothing is clear
I despise you, damn you, dream you, I love you
And still nothing's clear
I think of when I found you
Too deep, I sing while I'm drowning
Down into that two-tone vision
I've been raised in this place
Now concrete is my religion
See how it is, see how it is
See how it is, see how it is

The only lessons you teach is from a margin
You ask my origin
The only lessons you teach is from a margin
You ask my origin
The only lessons you teach is from a margin
You ask my origin
The only lessons you teach is from a margin
You ask my origin, it's a moral sin, it's a moral sin