Oh, a sleeping drunkard
Up in Central Park
And a lion-hunter
In the jungle dark
And a Chinese dentist
And a British Queen
All they fit together in the same machine?
Slaves in office towers
Poets on the run
Soldiers crossing oceans
Girls just having fun
Taliban jihadist
Teacher from Midwest
All engaged into a suicidal quest
Nice, nice, nice!
Nice, very nice!
Nice, nice, nice!
Seven billion parts in a flawed device
So it goes forever
Spiraling around
As this little planet
Goes around the sun
You can try to fight it
You can choose a lie
Living in a Foma
Right until you die
Nice, nice, nice!
Nice, very nice!
Nice, nice, nice!
Seven billion parts in a flawed device
Brothers In Arms - 7 Billion Parts Lyrics
Brothers In Arms - 7 Billion Parts Lyrics
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Oh, a sleeping drunkard
Up in Central Park
And a lion-hunter
In the jungle dark
And a Chinese dentist
And a British Queen
All they fit together in the same machine?
Slaves in office towers
Poets on the run
Soldiers crossing oceans
Girls just having fun
Taliban jihadist
Teacher from Midwest
All engaged into a suicidal quest
Nice, nice, nice!
Nice, very nice!
Nice, nice, nice!
Seven billion parts in a flawed device
So it goes forever
Spiraling around
As this little planet
Goes around the sun
You can try to fight it
You can choose a lie
Living in a Foma
Right until you die
Nice, nice, nice!
Nice, very nice!
Nice, nice, nice!
Seven billion parts in a flawed device
Up in Central Park
And a lion-hunter
In the jungle dark
And a Chinese dentist
And a British Queen
All they fit together in the same machine?
Slaves in office towers
Poets on the run
Soldiers crossing oceans
Girls just having fun
Taliban jihadist
Teacher from Midwest
All engaged into a suicidal quest
Nice, nice, nice!
Nice, very nice!
Nice, nice, nice!
Seven billion parts in a flawed device
So it goes forever
Spiraling around
As this little planet
Goes around the sun
You can try to fight it
You can choose a lie
Living in a Foma
Right until you die
Nice, nice, nice!
Nice, very nice!
Nice, nice, nice!
Seven billion parts in a flawed device
Writer: Boris Rybak
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid