Build it together just to tear it apart Pick up the pieces that are left in the dark I wanna boogie down like nothing has changed You wanna party where you might get laid
I don't need to say there's nothin' wrong with that So why not say it to me and not behind my back?
Ok, where was I? Oh yea, tear it apart We know the hunt is best well after dark Some of us livin' for the thrill of the chase I guess I'd rather have some stuff on my plate
Yea, in my time I've found life's no buffet I gotta go with my gut and see what comes my way I know that some prefer to pick and choose But at the end of the line the salad is always bruised
The sum of one-hundred it is fifty, fifty I'll stick to addition Division ain't easy on me I find
Good things can come in twos Case and point: to where the herd will move How many people can get to the heart? Before it's just a pulverized piece of junk in your cart?
Check your balance, try and figure the cost And hope that in the end the deal pays off Shoot past the landing falling end over end You gotta brush yourself off and start all over again
The sum of one-hundred is fifty, fifty I'll stick to addition Division ain't easy on me I find I might just cry this time
Pull it together just to tear it apart Pick up the pieces that are left in the dark Get through a day to see what the next will bring I'm still surprised when it's not a thingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.