Out Of Touch

Well, I'm just here for the joy of it I won't destroy your plans But let me say, that's rubbish! You are just the kind of man Who throws the stone and hides the hand How many fans did you have when you started? Your actions have no consequences So what are those defences for? We are just fools, you are a genius You don't give a f*ck about what we lack Who cares about the sun when you have a tanning lamp Oh you, good boy! And if you've got all the answers Then answer me this: What is the least of the offences In the land you call free? The land of "It wasn't me" I'm just here for the joy of it I won't destroy your plans Listen, can you keep a secret? I sewed my own flag Today I choose the egg Tomorrow I'll get back to pick the chicken No matter if it is not much I'm not like you You're out of touch How many times? How many lies? How many faces? And as you practise your crimes you leave no traces No names No faults Our lives Your wars You're a liar! A liar! Free little liar! And if you've got all the answers Then answer me this: What is the least of the offences In the land you call free? The land of "It wasn't me" The land of "It wasn't me" (The land of "It wasn't me") (The land of the free) The land of "It wasn't me" (The land of "It wasn't me") (The land of the free) The land of "It wasn't me" (The land of "It wasn't me") (The land of the free) The land of "It wasn't me" (The land of "It wasn't me") (The land of the free) The land of the free