All the paper gods in a sky of grey
All the fools in town are ruling today... today
Bow to the paper gods in a world that is paper thin
The fools in town are ruling now
Bleeding from paper cuts, money for head shots
Fools leading. Who needs it?
Hey you're gonna want it all the talking man declares
Go running to be first in line, for what? Nobody cares
The next thing you must have. Find peace with matching bag
It's nothing to be glad about, or sad when you forget about it
And while the race is on the rats will run the street
The slaver in a sweatshop putting trainers on your feet
And walking 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 paper cuts, money for head shots,
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 wiser as to how
The total human race became a basket case
It's nothing to lose face about, it's really not our 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 paper cuts, money for head shots
Fools leading. Who needs it?
Paper walls falling down
Paper house, paper town
Paper gods falling down
The paper world is falling down
Repeat
Falling down, falling down
Repeat
Bow to the paper gods in a world that is paper thin
The fools in town are ruling now
Bleeding from paper cuts, they go for the money shot
Fools leading. Who needs them?
All the paper gods in a sky of grey
All the fools in town are ruling today... today
