Dried up, a guitar upon my knee I should have sold out when the devil came for me Dig a hole and throw it out to sea Break the code, how happy I could be
I still wave at the dots on the shore And I still beat my head against the wall I still rage and wage my little war I'm a shade and easy to ignore
White wall, I had to paint a door I always find that I've been through it before Close it up and throw away the key Break the code, how happy I could be
I woke up and I had a big idea To buy a new soul at the start of every year I paid up and it cost me pretty dear Here's a hymn to those that disappearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
