Oh, Lord don’t bring me down I’ve got some nasty things to do and I’m tryina be a good boy, and I’m tryina be a good boy! Smoke my last cigarette I bet I’ma surely bring myself to death Regrets, I leave them hanging on my chest I’ve seen the evil things they breed in dreams I been where no one else should ever be I died died died died Singing, Lord don’t bring me down I’ve got some nasty things to do and I’m tryina be a good boy, and I’m tryina be a good boy! I ran until my feet seize to walk, We’ve talked the nonsense things that no one seems to talk Caught the enemy inside the thought I seen the scream inside insanity I’ve been needing to feel the feeling La la la la la la, and it got me singing Oh, Lord don’t bring me down I’ve got some nasty things to do and I’m tryina be a good boy, and I’m tryina be a good boy!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
