Letra de Leon
Looks across the fields That lie across the playground Dreams of life beyond the gates And far from this townTrapped inside a room With boring little children Leon dreams of life Outside his hollow buildingHe is stuck inside his head, and in a whirl He feels like running out, and owning all the worldBleach, and corridors And cold, and drafty windows Smells that drift along From dinner hall up his noseUnder lock, and key His dreams, his aspirations, One day, one man, one way One bag, and one stationHe is stuck inside his head, and in a whirl He feels like running out, and owning all the worldRules, and regulations Clocks, and times, and tables In this goldfish bowl He's powerless trapped unableSick of marching To the beat of others drumming Step aside for the new king For leon's comingHe is stuck inside his He feels like running He feels like running He feels like running He is stuck inside his He feels like running He feels like running He feels like running Head, and i n a whirl Out, and owning all the world Out, and owning allthe world Out, and owning all the world Head, and in a whirl Out, and owning all the world Out, and owning all the world Out, and owning all the world