Element Of Crime

I saw you with a gun last night,
who did you wanna shoot?
There is no one to hate, there is no one to adore
There is no one in charge
of the state of this world
There's no god anymore
You are such a bore
You're behind the times
You play yesterday's game
You are looking for someone to blame
for the boredom in your little world
for the misery of love,
for the match selling girl