Testo Fireball

Crowded streets and shopping malls
Sleeping bags, and chairs made out of walls
In an endless stream of the trickle down
This is poverty

A light to help her sleep at night
A burned out building
A castle in divide But that's how it goes
And you'll never know
What it's like, outside

The bells are ringing now
The voice is getting louder but it's deafening the truth
The sun is coming out
But only on one side of this one-sided town
And only for a few

Sickening they try to speak
No words of wisdom for the worthless and the weak
But he calls her name in the cold night air
How can you dream? There no sleep
Yeah!
The bells are ringing out
The voice is getting louder but it's deafening the truth
The sun is coming out
But only on one side of this one-sided town
And only for a few (X2)