Everything is bleak It's the middle of the night You're all alone And the dummies might be right You feel like a jerk My music at work My music at work
Avoid trends and cliches Don't try to be up to date And when the sunlight Hits the olive oil Don't hesitate Night's so long it hurts My music at work
In a symbol too far The anatomy of a stain To determine where you are In a sink full of Ganges, I'd remain No matter what you heard My music at work My music at work My music at work
We call it "Olga waits" The crowd then entertains The dim possibility Of showing some restraint The rain came down berserk My music at work My music at work
A star beyond the chart The dark side of a drop of rain To determine where you are In a sink full of Ganges, I'd remain No matter what you heard My music at work My music at work My music at work
Everything is bleak It's the middle of the night You're all alone And the dummies might be right Outside, the darkness lurks My music at work My music at work And a fallen hummingbird My music at work Bound for bed with no dessert My music at work In the the middle of the earth My music at work My music at work My music at workTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
