Testo di 'Idiots' di Saturday Looks Good To Me

See through how everyone sees you
They think that you're an idiot
But they must know an idiot
Cause you were born on idiot's time
If you stop or continue
You'll still be an idiot
With all the other idiots
You idiots are standing in line
And everyday there's a new way back
To the very place that it all began
But your heart was telepathic
When you died on the Atlantic, 1975
And your hands meticulously crafted
You could see through all the static
Be you dead or alive
You left your home and the icy throes
Brought you together
Useless repeated excuses
Thought up by an idiot
To sell to other idiots
And anything that money can buy
But if then we're gonna still do this
Then we had better do it before we hear those excuses
And we lose all of our valuable time
'Cause every day there's a new way back
To the resting place where it all began
But your heart, your heart is telepathic
When you drowned on the Atlantic, 1975
And your hands meticulously crafted
You could see through all the static
When you're dead or alive
And your world
Was nothing but miraculous
The situation stopped at the inevitable
Your heart was telepathic
And you knew it was the only way you could ever go
Leave your home
And go it on your own
Coming together.