There are 8 million stories
About sex and violence
And I've heard them all
In this naked city if it sells a million

Then it must be true
It's time for celebration
Got to make a demonstration of our rights
And it's time to fight

We want some better stories
No boring glories No more easy lies
Transmission is my ambition
Like a real magician Not a politician

Transmission ambition magician conspiracy
Conspiracy for unity
If we started at opposite ends of the dial
And slowly turned

Would we meet in the middle of a story
That burned the book of love?
The rebels joined the system
They revel in the twisted song of pain

The pain that has no name
We've got some better stories
No boring glories No easy lies
They have ways to make us watch

They have ways to make us talk
They have ways to make us disappear
We have ways to look away
We have ways to disobey

We have ways to make them hear the music
There are 8 million stories
About sex and freedom
And I want them all

In this naked country if we sell a million
Then we will be true
We have ways to celebrate
We have ways to agitate
We have ways to make them hear the music

Writer : WORLD ENTERTAINMENT WAR
Copyright : Lyrics © BUG MUSIC