Listen, my new friend, please And have a sympathetic tender ear I was born in this junkyard And it was the prettiest little thing to me Here's the part in the song Where you think of me all wrong And here's the part where I choose That I got nothing left to lose cause...
Any pain that you could bring to me is nothing comparatively And I've been so lost and found, I can't smile, I can't frown Happy song, nothing's wrong, it's all fun, am I done?
How much can one man stand? Before he kisses a cold dead street? This cross bears a billion lost souls Three times do I fall to my bloody bare feet? Think again my lovely friend Don't ask for more you dirty whore
Here's a part in the song where you tell me you don't care I made you in my head and you don't even care, you don't care Happy song, nothing's wrong, it's all fun and I'm all done But now I'm done, this is fun, now I'm doneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
