David Fonseca Revolution Edit
Faces that look familiar They advertise their illness On national TV They speak of love You tune it up and praise the little things You wait for sales and wish for nothing in between So you're sitting by the place, you're wainting for the call A casting to the show, a ticket to revolution We won't let you down Please don't give in You'll wave a flag You'll stick a pin You'll meet the president And with a little luck Shake hands with God So don't give up All those familiar faces Fear it ain't worth dying If there's no one there to see If there's no one to You tune it up and praise the little screen You hope it can fill all the holes in between Like a decoy to the lies, in line to be surprised You will be televised starring in the revolution We won't let you down Please don't give in You'll wave a flag You'll stick a pin You'll meet the president And with a little luck Shake hands with God So don't give up
