The couch potatoes Lyrics

It´s no use crying over spilt milk

Just to be nuts to be a big clotted ilk

The couch potatoes just have ill dreams

Playing, all of the days, bullshit video-games, but

They would like to teach grandma, to suck the eggs

Thinking and dreaming that they are the best

You go bananas, if the game over

Throw the joystick shouting into the corner

Shut down your PC and you run to McD

Put your frustration down with a triple HD

You like to be a hero in yours, digital war you wrong horse, but

You´re a pathetic loser in a dead rotting corpse

Dear IT beings stop to create violence

Music should be the food of love

Not Wargames you Pitt bull dogs

You are smart and creative brains

But not to make shit war video games

Jump up and move your ass to Hip-Hop

Or make a fool of yourself for Tik-Tok

Try to RAP a song and jump and hops

Or cover the satisfaction old shit of the Rolling Stones

Dear IT beings stop to create violence

Music should be the food of love

Not Wargames you Pitt bull dogs

You are smart and creative brains

But not to make shit war video games

Dear IT beings stop to create violence

Music should be the food of love

Not Wargames you Pitt bull dogs

You are smart and creative brains

But not to make shit war video games