Lyrics - Paroles de chansons

If won't carry a gun, and if you won't learn to run,
Hide from the world it will come for you... You have no place in this time.

And it's the cars on the highway, it's the drunks singing 'my way',
We're all caught in a hidden camera show.
And it's the thrill of deception, it's the chill of rejection,
In the faces of the people we don't know.

If you love, bury it deep. When you talk, know that talk is cheap.
Swallow your tongue this is not your fight, it's braver sometimes just to run.

And it's the cars on the highway, it's the drunks singing 'my way',
We're all caught in a hidden camera show.
And it's the blink of a shutter, it's the hitman in the gutter,
We're all caught in a hidden camera show.
And I close my eyes, turn my face to the sky, I won't smile for your hidden camera show