I ain't my fucking account, I am not my wage packet I ain't neither the high-up In a company I don't give a fuck I ain't a suit, a degree, I ain't the New Year's eve at sun I ain't what you've become 'cause I've much more to say I'm the hole on an elbow I'm the low fuel light I am the same foul bar Each every fucking night I am your middle finger I am the chipped corner I am the spilled coffee I am the tie I'll never wear And listen my words 'cause tomorrow I'll be the same I was the first to leave and I'll be the last one back again And listen to my words, tomorrow they will be the same If I could start again, I would walk the same wrong way I am the broken shoes I am your dog with a black eyes I am the empty bottle I am the six-pack cans I ain't a five stars hotel I am a sleeping bag I ain't what you've become 'cause I've much more to learn And listen my words 'cause tomorrow I'll be the same I was the first to leave and I'll be the last one back again And listen to my words, tomorrow they will be the same If I could start again, I would walk the same wrong wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
