Here I go, again There's my phone, again My head's pounding, I'm coming down from another round out on the town again Hand on the clock, ticking The hotel room, spinning There's a guy on a cross hanging up on the walls Saying it's my fault, the devil's grinning
Same shit, every day Set in my ways I'm out of control again Like someone cut the brakes Burning all of my time You're asking why? But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
Dead-end job, fuck it. My asshole boss, suck it. 'Cause it ain't worth all the pennies I've earned Just another drop in the bucket
Same shit, every day Set in my ways I'm out of control again Like someone cut the brakes Burning all of my time You're asking why? But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
Same shit, every day Set in my ways I'm out of control again... Burning all of my time You're asking why? But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
It's my way... It's my, it's my wasted life It's my, it's my wasted life It's my, it's my wasted lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
