You're just an old fashioned axeman waitin' in the wings And your photos tell a story I guess you've had your fling But now it's done it's over and you wish to make amends By plotting out your tactics and seeking your revenge But do they know what you do at night when You're not home in your bed? And don't they know what we think of you? Don't they know? We wish you were dead
Well we've listened to the rumours and we've listened to the lies You say there's no hard feelings but that's not what's in your eyes People like to talk behind other peoples backs You just hear what you wanna hear never listen to the facts
But do they know what you do at night when You're not home in your bed? And don't they know what we think of you? Don't they know? We wish you were dead You're just and old fashioned axeman waitin' in the wings Yes your photos tell a story we know you've had your fling You wanna be a rock star but you gotta make it pay Before you sell your soul you'd better learn to play You had a dream now it would seem you've got To throw it up throw it away You've got to learn well before you can earn Hey gotta do it the hard way It's no good breakin' up it ain't no good makin' Up it's no good dressin' up unless you can play You've gotta learn else all will burn do it the Hard way do it the hard wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
