I got a brain I never use Loose ethics Making me confused I got a long nose and The spine of a mouse A pocket full rocks And an old glass house It may be getting clearer If I look into the mirror Shards are flying But I'm prone To keep throwing stones
Unconvinced without a doubt Have no idea What I'm talking about I'm sinking lower By the stones I throw But I'm not sure If I wanna know It may be getting clearer If I look into the mirror Shards are flying everywhere But I'm prone To keep throwing stones
I'm riding low on a giant horse My denial is a tour de force A natural born thrower And I am concerned That the stones Someday will return
It may be getting clearer If I look into the mirror Yea, it may be getting clearer Don't wanna looking to the mirror
But, it may be getting clearer If I look into the mirror Shards are flying everywhere But I'm prone To keep throwing stonesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
