Things that you'd thought you'd be Shake mediocrity, you know Burbs or the streets Doesn't matter where the crows don't eat Where the crowds don't feast On the hungry and the weak
Click click, pen to the track After this babe you can’t go back, you know Cus if you ain't all that Might as well have you’re bags by the door to go Because you’re on you’re own Because you’re on you’re own
(And they say) Put me back together Fix my broken mind Make them wheels roll Oh lord Make them wheels roll
Back to the grind Conform or redesign, you know No place for a cog that thinks all on their own Just flesh and bone Oh just flesh and bone
(And they say) Put me back together Fix my broken mind Make them wheels roll Oh lord Make them wheels roll (And they say) Put me back together Fix my broken mind Make them wheels roll Oh lord Make them wheels roll
(And they say) Put me back together Fix my broken mind Make them wheels roll (yeah, yeah) Oh lord Make them wheels roll (where am i supposed to go, my love)
Put me back together Fix my broken mind Make them wheels roll (yeah, yeah) Oh lord (yeah, yeah) Make them wheels rollTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
