Right From The Start Songtext / Lyric

Hanging around, wasting the day
nothing to do, not much to say
waiting for something, something never change
you won't escape when the jail's in your head
the tv station has to make money, too
and in these days old heroes die off soon
now it's too late, he refused to wait
to hide his fear, to controll his hate

To controll his hate
it's not a big thing to kill a man
to controll his hate
loading, aiming, shooting, bang
to controll his hate
they told him killing would be cruel
to controll his hate
he just replied he thought it's cool

Some might say that it is loss of faith
that's an easy way through his maze
those who are judges now, who declare he's mad
were the ones who built the jail in his head

To controll his hate
To controll his hate
To controll his hate
it's not a big thing to kill a man
to controll his hate
loading, aiming, shooting, bang
to controll his hate
they told him killing would be cruel
to controll his hate
he just replied he thought it's cool

To controll his hate
it's not a big thing to kill a man
to controll his hate
loading, aiming, shooting, bang
to controll his hate
thye told him killing would be cruel
to controll his hate
he just replied he thought it's cool