| Lyrics: | This isn't another new fashion, or a new wave plastic trend.
Everybody's searching for
something but in the meantime let's all just pretend.
I've got this feeling and I don't know
what it is.
This room is overcrowded, man, and I need air to breathe, yeah.
Big bang,
big crunch, you know there's no free lunch.
Kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment
day.
Big crunch, you know, it's gonna be quite a show.
What comes around always
goes around, yeah.
A million hopeless faces dwell within protected walls,
All waiting for
a moment in life when they can heed the clarion call.
And it's all so oppressive my mind feels
like a sieve.
This city's overcrowded, man, and I need room to live.
Big bang, big
crunch, you know there's no free lunch.
Kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment
day.
Big crunch, you know, it's gonna be quite a show.
What comes around always
goes around, yeah.
I think of the countless shadows that have all come and gone,
All
suffering in the notion of better things to come.
If you share these beliefs you know I wish
you well,
'cause there's no room left in heaven and there's sure no room in hell, yeah.
Big bang, big crunch, you know there's no free lunch.
Kneel down and pray, here comes your
judgment day.
Big crunch, you know, it's gonna be quite a show.
What goes around
always comes around |
