Lyrics:
your own ideals
And instead of looking back
You're going on with ardent zeal
Your ideas were unmentioned
Though you know what to do
And wonder why nobody
you know? What did you care?
Turning a blind eye to the lies just to keep it all together,
But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder whether
to everyone, so
How many out there just like me?
How many work on self-acceptance like me?
How many face a situation like me?
I wonder, oh
How many out
gutters
I got boys that'll ride like runners
Coming from wangas and down to dunners
And now i'm hunting heads with no wonders and i'll battle with any cunt
so dry
That a cactus would envy
I
Pull up smooth at an old saloon
Take a whiskey shot
Heard the whist-less tune
Of a gutless dude
He tried to make
or fuck?
When there are things inside of me that I need to kill
Things inside of me that I need to kill
Boys double up, this isn't a warning
Our homes
Son of a Gun
Nothing is worth doing, you seemed to say
Gin and ice and ash, above the fray
Still you planted your rose gardens
Green-eyed boy, tiny
the dirty lowdown
(Ooh I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who)
Got you thinking like that, boy
(Ooh I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who)
I wonder
the dirty lowdown
(Ooh I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who)
Got you thinking like that, boy
(Ooh I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who)
I wonder
The middle of the road has had its stand we're raising the bar and showing you the door.
You're just a gutless wonder pouring a shallow heart out
You're what my mum would call a gutless wonder
I bet you hide from thunder
Everything’s always someone else’s fault
You’re what my dad would call
the things you lost
Cause you will lose some more
You can always lose more
Who the hell wants to spend their life
With a gutless little boy, with a pasteurized
to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh!
Slick as I wanna be born to be hustler
Gonna be rich till I'm gone
Gonna keep spittin' this shit for
Blud, I'll leave you gutless
Come to your ends and send for the cutlass
One time, I'm going on reckless
Come to the ends and jack your bredrins twice
that the boy is back! Oh!
Slick as I wanna be born to be
Hustla gonna be rich till I'm gone
Gonna keep spittin this shit for the hustlaz
Gonna keep
I wonder why Christmas missed us, I wonder
I wonder why Christmas missed us, I wonder
I wonder why Christmas missed us, I wonder
I, I, I wonder
the consequence
You are making my heart feel sick
Put your clothes back on, double-quick"
"Silly boy, you think me a saint
I'll listen no more to your words
wanna spit a bar? Yes please
I said do I wanna spit a bar? Yes please
And I still spit on the best beats
You don't like it? Suck on these testes
Boy
brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder
And if you tolerate this then your children
brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder
And if you tolerate this then your children
deserve and I...
Wonder what it feels like
I wonder what it feels like I...
Wonder what it feels like
I wonder what it feels like I...
Wonder what it feels
Now you feeling down
I don't know why
But there's no way to go
It seems you always
Keep the faith in time
But i wonder why you running wild
Time is
pain
And your telephone been ringing
While you're dancing in the rain
Wild boys wonder where is glory
Where is all you angels
Now the figureheads
pain
And your telephone been ringing
While you're dancing in the rain
Wild boys wonder where is glory
Where is all you angels
Now the figureheads
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