Honest I'm Quite jealous of your certainty Those fast comebacks Will always be the death of me
Parachute out of the situation Get the last word in the conversation There's a hole in our communication It's a mad house and I'm the only patient There's a clear limit to my thinking Hit a ceiling, I'm out of gimmicks Optimistic turned a cynic Fuck a limerick, use an image
Take shelter Take anything you want Please don't shoot me Run for the Hills have eyes And they can see Straight on through me
Escape boat sinkin' Thought I caught you wildin' Headin off this rock Towards a Muppet Treasure Island Terrible job, but the standard was too high Fantastic withdrawals, it's so hot out I might cry Everyone bet against us But we outlasted them all Let them think whatever they want Their lives will always be small
Take shelter Take anything you want Please don't shoot me Run for the Hills have eyes And they can see Straight on through meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
