What’s left once the guests Are gone is enough to let us play But we were just the ones to clean the rests away We return the bottles of yesterday
The only bank that let’s us borrow More money so we can pay For the bottles of tomorrow
Life is only short for the ones Who loves it, the winners of the game They eat their healthy food And jog but they die all the same
To spend the cash before we crash Is the only thing that seems right I loved the stars too fondly To be fearful of the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
