Here, sleep, at the bottom of hell Your time has come to pick the road you'll walk in this tale Turned and as a coward you've learned Through sickness and health, there's only one Now go and bite your tongue
You'll just say the worst of me, with a hope they'll understand No, they know you're just a boy, so grow up and be a man
Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine Victims pay the price eventually The cost, let's see... your life
You've got nothing to prove Stay afraid young brother You've got nothing to prove
Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel Your sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one Tonight... you'll find the right In the pull of the trigger, now bite Oh young fools, don't cry... anymore
A fear sleeps, inside your stomach... it swells A torn boy alone in need of fix and the pinch that cures the itch For too long, this little baby has cried on For tomorrow we'll sing the words and song Of a time we're glad is long gone
You'll just say the worst of me, with a hope they'll understand No, they know you're just a boy, so grow up and be a man
Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine Victims pay the price eventually The cost, let's see... your life
You've got nothing to prove Stay afraid young brother You've got nothing to prove
Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel Your sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one Tonight... you'll find the right In the pull of the trigger, now bite Oh young fools, don't cry... anymore
Mother superior Come catch the rabbit he runs, my how've you been? You're frightened of leaving this truly gone fishing amalgam Go fetch your gun
Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel Your sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one Tonight... you'll find the right In the pull of the trigger, now bite Oh young fools, don't cry... not anymore
Don't cry, boy, not anymore Don't cry, boy, not anymore Don't cry, boy. When your sick to the stomach, just pull out the knife.
Don't cry boy, not anymore Don't cry boy, not anymore Don't cry,boy. When your sick to the stomach, just pull out the knife.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
