boot camp

I must obey the rules,
I must be tame and cool,
No staring at the clouds,
I must stay on the ground.
In clusters of the mice,
The smoke is in our eyes,
Like babies on display,
Like angels in a cage.
I must be pure and true,
I must contain my views,
There must be something else,
There must be something good,
Far away... far away from here...

Powertrip

I want to be a cowboy star upon the screen...
And I want to drive my cowboy car across the scene...
And I want to write the magazines the housewives read...
And I want to be in control of everything...
I want to be king...

I want to make the toys you buy for Christmas Eve...
And I want to be the father of the ethnic child who stars on T.V...!
And I, I want to write the magazine the housewives read,
And I want all the leaders of the third world to answer to me !
I want to be king !
So maybe now the pope will bow and kiss my ring !
I want to be king !...