Tele-Echo

Ask yourself
Why aren't you doing great
Is it the government
Or maybe it's you

This is not a destination prize
You have just enough to get by - not to get away
What a trip could that be, what a shame
What a trip
What a shame
Shame
Shame

The son of man sends warm advice
You should have left when you had the chance
Oh no, you're sad, that makes him

Day by day
Roots grow deeper, you're building
Pretty things with blocks of shit
But now you wanna keep 'em
You can run
But can you leave your ache behind

The son of man sends warm advice
Should have left when you had thе chance
Oh no, you're sad, that makes him

Thе son of man sends warm advice
Should have left when you had the chance
Oh no, you're sad, that makes him