Everyday life, everyday life Something somewhere, just ain't right
It's half past eight and I'm here again I'd go for a walk but it's pissing down with rain And if I went for a walk I'd get my head kicked in Cos looking like a punk is some fucking sin
All this boredom, all this drink All the times I've tried to think So I jump on a bus and go somewhere else And I sit in a pub and I talk to myself
So sod the apathy, sod the ideas I'm only restricted by my fears Give me a chance and I'll tell you what's wrong Or give me a pen and I'll write another songTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.