The Extra
I try everydayTo think of something deep to sayCause I would like to find the wordsThat deserve to be heard
Sounds like words are out of styleSilence beckons down the murder mileI’ll keep on talking to the handIn a language I don’t understand
If I am an extra in the film of my own lifeThen who the hell is the directorIf I am an extra in the film of my own lifeThen would someone please turn of the camera’s
And show me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to live
Show me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to live
I try every nightNot to argue not to fuss and fightBut there’s a right in my headStreets are bleeding in democracy it's death
Let’s fight until the end of daysLet’s destroy and let’s devastateWe keep on talking to the handIn a language we don’t understand
If I am an extra in the film of my own lifeThen who the hell is the directorIf I am an extra in the film of my own lifeThen would someone please turn of the camera’s
And show me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to live
Show me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to live
Show me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to live
Show me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to liveShow me how to live
I try everydayTo think of something deep to say