Quincy Punx - Tour
Tekst :
Drive, sleep, McDonald s, play
Drive, sleep, McDonald s, get faced
Drive, sleep, McDonald s, no pay
Drive, sleep, McDonald s, fuck you!
Drive, sleep, McDonald s, play
Drive, sleep, McDonald s, get faced
Drive, sleep, McDonald s, no pay
Drive, sleep, McDonald s, fuck you!
Inne utwory
We are the drunks High impact camping Hate on Fuck pc Soldiers of foreskin Part of the problem Machine gun etiquette Pig roast Killer ratings No brain no pain Kill yourself Mutants The list Crack lab 5 State killing spree Kamikaze Heavy metal blackmass Punker than you Losowe utwory
I woke up this morning
And the sun was gone
Turned on some music
To start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away
More than a feeling
When I hear that old song they used to play
I begin dreaming
It Doesn t Hurt Me When You Pull My
Strings... My Purse, My Heart, Guitar
And Everything. These Demands Are Slowly
Turning Me Into Something of a Tragedy /
Charity.
My House Is Your House, My Life Is
Mine. My Car Is Your Car But My Mind
Is Mine, All Mine. This Is Where I Draw
The Line...
Stoisz pod ścianą, jest czwarta rano
w przeciwną ścianę masz wbity wzrok
trochę zmęczony i opuszczony
z nikim dogadać nie możesz się
Facet za barem - nie jego sprawa
w końcu ulica to twój dom
tramwaj nad ranem i zakochany
sam w sobie księżyc...
I m sick of reality, I don t know what to do
I guess I ll just shoot some smack and maybe sniff some glue
If you think you re going nuts from working hard all day
Just relax and do some drugs cuz you know what they say
[Chorus:]
No...
Sitting on the sands of foreign shores
What will it take to make you see the light
Yesterday s patronizing tears
To prove the gods, wrong or right
The road to ancient prophecies is long
When will everyobdy sing your song
Fearful foes...