Who are you going to believe?
That man or your own eyes?
The tam-tam and those who make it sound
You don't seem to understand
They give you almost nothing
Baits and placebos and a precipice
In bumper cars without a steering wheel
Morals vigilantes
Connected to their own reflection
In bumper cars without a steering wheel
Morals vigilantes
We only have one purpose
Beyond their domains and ravings
To disappear without leaving a trace
In bumper cars without a steering wheel
Morals vigilantes
The things that are important
Are beyond their reach and they can't understand its language