Lyrics & translations of Fyfe Dangerfield

The boy in the iron mask with wire for brains Is firing bows and arrows wherever he thinks it should rain Yeah he's drunk too much coffee once again This could go in any direction Any direction at al

In this moment No-one is pulling me down into the ground In this moment No-one is pulling me down into the ground I can't help it if I'm happy I can't help it if I'm happy not to be sad 'Cause