The Extra

I try everyday To think of something deep to say Cause I would like to find the words That deserve to be heard Sounds like words are out of style Silence beckons down the murder mile I’ll keep on talking to the hand In a language I don’t understand If I am an extra in the film of my own life Then who the hell is the director If I am an extra in the film of my own life Then would someone please turn of the camera’s And show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live I try every night Not to argue not to fuss and fight But there’s a right in my head Streets are bleeding in democracy it's death Let’s fight until the end of days Let’s destroy and let’s devastate We keep on talking to the hand In a language we don’t understand If I am an extra in the film of my own life Then who the hell is the director If I am an extra in the film of my own life Then would someone please turn of the camera’s And show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live Show me how to live I try everyday To think of something deep to say