Paper Gods (feat. Mr Hudson)

(Bow the paper gods)

(In the sky of grey)

(All the fools in town, are ruling today, today)

(All) out to the paper cuts (the paper)

In a world that is paper filled

(The gods) fools in town

(In the sky) a room in now (are grey)

(All the fools in town) bleeding from paper cuts

(Are rule) money for headshots (ing today)

Fools leading (today)

Who needs it?

"Hey girl, want it all?", the talkin' man declares

Go runnin' to be first in line, for what?

Nobody cares!

The next thing you must have, some piece with a matching bag

It's nothing to be glad about or sad when you forget about it

And while the race is on

The rest will run the street

The slave are in sweatshop putting trainers on your feet

And walkin' through the rain

Oblivious to pain

To shelter from the blame without a reason to complain about it!

Don't complain about it

Don't complain about it

Forget about it

Bow to the paper gods

In a world that is paper thin

The fools in town

Are ruling now

Bleeding from papercuts

And money for headshots

Fools leading

Who needs it?

She's staring out in underwear from your computer screen

It's all on sale for dirty cash, we can wash it clean

So hang it out online, confess and you'll feel fine

And if you got the time to spare we want to know

Which name you're wearing

And when the final curtain finally comes down

We'll all be in the party room

No why's, or if's or how?

The total human race became a basket case

It's nothing to lose face about it

It's really not a place to doubt it

Bow to the paper gods

In a world that is paper thin

The fools in town

Are ruling now

Bleeding from papercuts

And money for headshots

Fools leading

Who needs it?

(Paper gods falling down)

(With paper house, paper town)

(Paper gods falling down)

(A paper world just falling down)

(Paper gods falling down)

(With paper house, paper town)

(Paper gods falling down)

(A paper world is falling down)

(Falling down, falling down, falling down)

(Falling down, falling down, falling down)

Bow to the paper gods

In a world that is paper thin

The fools in town

Are ruling now

Bleeding from papercuts

They go for the money-shots

The fools leading

Who needs them?

(All the paper gods in a sky of grey, all the fools in town, are ruling today, today)