So it seems the world ain't stopped, it's moving on Why ain't I following suit? These cars, those clothes, that jewellery crap I think it's swallowing you And I pray that tomorrow will start out better But we know we're joining a queue, of some sort And every time I put my card in the cash machine Those notes are going to you And you and you and you and you and you
Get up, get out, tag-along We're searching for a city called Better Get up, get out, tag-along We're searching for a city called Better Not Butter but Better
I'm afraid I'm just a man after all Weak and battered and bruised Though I try to move on up, stay positive Maybe I'm destined to lose No I won't give it up, break down, spray pepper Fortune may favour the brave And every time I stay true it's a notch for me I'm focused and trying to wait I'm trying to wait
Get up, get out, tag-along We're searching for a city called Better Get up, get out, tag-along We're searching for a city called Better Not Butter but BetterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
