Wait until you know your home team's up to keep score...
Keep your head up, but don't let your eyes leave the ground I'm so fed up, guess that's a luxury to be allowed; And it must be fair enough, 'cause almighty choices are all so sound Just like the terror of, a horizontal hot metal mass - shower
I'll shrug my shoulders off, before my lips part for anything but; The self righteous scolding of, those pesky kids and their meddling Dust off your podium, just to offer my tongue up for severing You bought and sold the bluff, now come and whip out your brush to paint the yellow bellied - cowards
Wait until you know your home team's up to keep score You wouldn't wanna be the one to heat up a cold war Wait until you know your home team's up to keep score You wouldn't wanna be the one to heat up a cold war
Go to bed with your hands tied, up in a daisy chain that took you all day And I'll be damned if I, do anything that wasn't for my own sake I pulled the trigger with a half smile, it's beside the point though 'cause they looked the wrong way You can look up the stats while, I run out the clock in the final - hour
Don't let me go on, don't let me go on Oh no
Wait until you know your home team's up to keep score You wouldn't wanna be the one to heat up a cold war Wait until you know your home team's up to keep score You wouldn't wanna be the one to heat up a cold war Wait until you know your home team's up to keep score You wouldn't wanna be the one to heat up a cold warTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
