Tell the televangelist she's out of a job 'Cause I look good on a cross and I can sure sing along Overrated, under-educated, simple and dry Who knew a man's fate was such a hard thing to find
I'd never listened to my teacher, trusted every word my preacher would say Always thought the crosshair was simply the sun on my face
If nothing dies tomorrow why remember yesterday When an hour or more of sleep might do you good It's the wish I can't remember, it's the things you'll never say And I'd do it all again oh if I could
Fight your family and friends and let them know you're the best Tat tattoo radical right across of your chest No need for love, you were born to impress
Everybody always told me if I made a funny face it would stay So you better get hip and take a liking to me looking this way
So many years without a memory Just ears, a nose, a face All to find out fucking up was in your blood
It's the wish I can't remember, it's the things you'll never say And I'd do it all again, oh, if I could
If nothing dies tomorrow why remember yesterday When an hour or more of sleep might do you good It's the wish I can't remember, it's the things you'll never say And I'd do it all again oh if I could I'd do it all again I'd do it all again I'd do it all again I'd do it all again...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
