The whispering May hurt you But the printed word might kill you
The whispering May hurt you But the printed word might kill you
So don't let the blue The blue eyes fool you They're just gelignite Loaded and aiming right between your eyes CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows You know I couldn't last Someone please take me home
The teenagers Who love you They will wake up, yawn and kill you
The teenagers Who love you They will wake up, yawn and kill you
So don't let the blue The blue eyes fool you They're just gelignite Loaded and aiming right between your eyes CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows You know I couldn't last Someone please take me home
There's a cash register ringing and It weighs so heavy on my back Someone please take me home
The critics who Can't break you They somehow help to make you
The critics who Can't break you Unwittingly they make you
So don't let the good days Of the gold discs Creep up and mug you With evil legal eagles You know I couldn't last Accountants rampant You know I couldn't last Every -ist and every -ism Thrown my way to stay
And the Northern leeches go on Removing, removing, removing
Then in the end Your royalties bring you luxuries Your royalties bring you luxuries Oh but The squalor of the mind The squalor of the mind The squalor of the mind The squalor of the mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
