Frank Hermans

Lyrics

Any original novelty that has the misfortune of being swallowed up by the masses is doomed to obliteration
The performance is reduced, the energy regulated and weakened into smooth indoctrination

Perform like a circus beast
A cheap parody of a majorette
A self-centred high priest
Drowning in cold sweat

So gimme a three minute race riot
Where you gaze into the ass of death and fall quiet

Where you see the dark burning
Where you can feel the spurning

But I won't set my hair on fire
Even if it would make me a live wire
I won't set my hair on fire

Was my idiom already recorded at a young age
Is there no change possible in my signature anymore
I remain a little boy chewing a host in silent rage
The evil in me fighting an everlasting war

So gimme a three minute race riot
Where you gaze into the ass of death and fall quiet

Where you see the dark burning
Where you can feel the spurning

But I won't set my hair on fire
Even if it would make me a live wire
I won't set my hair on fire