Tear it! Get burned in flames, then hold it back Keep it! The hands are set to knock or crack Turn! Flake my ears bleed and refuse to stay Tied! Too busy to bother I can't get away
Just a little bit of this and that, like a scaredy-cat So afraid No, I never quit I was cleared from work I'm not the jerk getting paid
Shut! It's now closed when I'm talking Break! Analyze, 'cause she's stalking Cut! Him to size into fine pieces Take The number Increases
I'd seen her just the other week, but now we're in a fight My head bowed, to the sky I looked, checking left to right Then passed as the cut was made It hit between the eights A fragile, lonely heart edging close to the delirious gates
Just a little bit Out and depressed I didn't ace the test to an extent I'm not a hypocrite You need to think twice to reduce the price a percent
At the end, the victim changed just before he rips He screamed after he let it fly off his fingertips Repeat, and continue again, and again repeat With ice in the scorching sun to escape the heat And that would be sweet!
Just a little bit Too much to take I'm wide awake, bent and creased Don't start to spit out that 4-letter word They've been used and blurred to be quite the opposite, and make a difference while not making sense in the leastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
