Placebo - Trigger Happy Hands

The world is run by clowns with trigger happy hands But the world is filled with people that we don’t understand So we’re living in a culture made of death and fear Doesn’t seem the human race will make it through the year The world is run by lying, drunk, balding, know it alls But my mother told me pride always come before a fall Now remember in the day when we were young and green? We were filled with hope; we were squeaky clean