I didn't go out today I won't go out tomorrow I'll just sit at home And wallow in my sorrow Have you got some hope I can borrow? I used to think so big I used to talk so bold Am I giving up, am I getting old? How'd I get so low? No, I think life owes me more And I'm going to Pick myself up off the floor 'Cause I want the fucking glory
Wash out, go wash out I'm feeling, I'm feeling like a motherfucking failure
I wanna know how everyone survives The day-jobs and debts Not enough for rent and wounded sex What the fuck is next? So hard to accept How do I get by? I've been bought and sold Seen hot and cold Been bored and ignored Seen no reward for ten years of my youth And the long line of bastards Waiting to see me pack it in Now I know I'll never win Crawling under my skin Just amplify in my fuzzy fucked-up mind
Wash out, go wash out I'm feeling, I'm feeling like a motherfucking failureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
