Throw my guitar down on the floor No one cares what I've got to say anymore I didn't come here to be damned with faint praise I'll write my masterpiece some other day (Fuck everything, fuck me)
I'm repeating myself again Innovation, I leave to smarter men Pretty melodies don't fall out of the air for me I've got to steal them from somewhere But it doesn't matter what you do Or how hard you try Now there's nothing left for me to do except die When they cut you up And tell you that it's not going to hurt But they are not going to stop until they see you go to sleep in the dirt
There'll be no more cigarettes No more having sex No more drinking until you fall on the floor No more indie rock Just a ticking clock You have no time for that anymore You better watch where you run your mouth Because you know what they'll say to you
They'll say Your life is overTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
