Žodžiai dainai: New Order. Technique. All The Way.

It doesn't take a genius
To tell me what I am
Or lecture me with poetry
And tell me that I can

I don't remember
What happened yesterday
But I don't give a damn about
What all those people say

It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what you've done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone

It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what you've done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone

It don't take no Houdini
To tell me what I am
Parasites and literasites
They'd burn me if they can

But I don't give a damn about
What those people say
They pick you up and kick you out
They hurt you every day

It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what you've done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone

It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what you've done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone

It takes years to find the nerve
To be apart from what you've done
To find the truth inside yourself
And not depend on anyone