What the hell I'm doing? Don't ask the reason why I waste my time from nine to five The dirt is deep inside, but my feet are clean I need a brand new start to find out Where I'll find someone who believes me?
You're pretty tied up with the dream of revolution Liberation from the way of the world
I'm the dog who bites the feeding hand A perfect drug for the fashion queen I need another fix for broken dreams
If it wasn't for a bad luck, I've got no luck at all I trample four-leaf-clovers and sing "Scum lives on" There's no lucky stars above Like a ruined soul I hit and run World's full of silver spoon icons Super goals of future wasn't meant for me
You're pretty tied up with the dream of revolution I guess you'll never learn I'm pretty tired of your institution Liberation from the way of the world
A little crack in reality
Life gets you down, pitch you up Try to make you stop Do the things that you love It's like a bad drug Gets you down, pitch you up, Try to make you stop Do the things that you love, but don't give up! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
