Saints on the wall,
do you not believe in
human fault?
Greens slightly freaked,
do you want to frame it?
It's too late.
Eyes in the haze,
do you dare to know my different fates?
Michael Jackson, baby.
What is that?
Michael Jackson, baby.
What is that?
Means for a scene,
is your life belongs to magazines?
High on the stage,
you don't really leave it,
keep the wage.
Please,
Billie Jean,
I no longer want you
to complain.
Waste,
time will tell,
if you end in heaven or in hell.
Michael Jackson, baby.
What is that?
Michael Jackson, baby.
What is that?
What is that?
Michael Jackson,
baby.
What is that?
Michael Jackson, baby.
What is that?
What is that?
