Lyrics:
I wake up everyday scared about tomorrow
I just don't know what to believe
And are we running out of all this time we borrowed
I'm drowning in
themselves, running
As the church bells are heard
Calling out for a ship's safe return
Seven bells for the guardian angels
For the captain they ring out
waiting for my time
I could be waving to my groupie stans
And belt out my lungs accompanied by a band
But there's a huge chance forever I'm no one
I often
You dropped your ice cream sandwich
And you went running home to him
He gave you more change for another
Our future's looking mighty dim
You walked
Two's on a draw that was Qwayback Qwayback
Pedalling piff no breaks man
Sunset smoke by the lakes and talking trips to the far east Asia
Me and bro
3000 miles away
you can hear the sirens sound
dirty eggs are hatching
they're running all over town
tarantulas attack
cities fall we're
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet)
Been up since six-thirty, two days crowded into one,
Put away the dinner dishes, but my work still isn't done.
If I three arms
Holding promises that we made that this river swept away
Now we, keep picking up gems that have fallen on the ground
These treasures are locked in the chest
consider you are wrong here
I tell you, there's more than meets the eye
Your secret rites
Fools, you better think twice
Tribulation's caused by your
Keep, hold on tight
Sever the ties
Leave behind
Revenge is mine
The moment you dare to unwind
Running away, you wanna try?
No rest for you, nowhere
What are we doing?
We're burning everything we love for something stupid
It's so confusing that we kill ourselves for what the news said
But maybe
goes by we drift away
If there's a better time I can't remember
Good times with bad friends
I'll drink to that
We used to skate all day
And into
mind
"What are you doing here?" they say
Yeah you must go away
Break through the everlasting "it's okay"
So I'm pushing through
Right next to you
to, but listen here
Why do you need my DNA
I'm not running away, it's probably for my good taste
Mister Judge, let me know if I'm pure enough
Am
freedom, freedom in your own way.
Yesterday don´t mean shit, it´s all about today.
Time is ticking away as the years are passing by.
Now it´s time for
paid baby
I know a place and they got Cable TV
Now here we are
By the pool of this motel
Getting dizzy from the spritzers
And the desert heat
said to chose between the booze and you I picked the booze.
You spread your wings, lightened your load, got a running start and flew away.
Julie,
The tank is running low
Lost in sadness and this means
There's no place left to go
Got to leave, get away, got to help me, please
Then a smiling child
where are you heading to time will tell
to a destiny that fate knows well
so fly away
Victim of the silence - wipe the cob - webs from your eyes
of grapes
I have fucked a lot of babes
I'm do not disturb
I have punched a lot of nerds
Struck a lot of curbs
I have cut a lot of curves
You are none
Well I found myself in a world of pain
And I thought I'd try to get away
So I went online and booked a trip
I thought I was due a holiday
So I sat
as a lamb, revealed as a wolf,
Enticed by promises true and false,
Reactive, seductive,
Fate is simply running it's course.
Ignorant and blind, It
a beep downstairs from Y.Z.O
Knowledge in his head, beats pump the red Geo
Tracker, and in it, we get much blacker
Ride around town running down
sinkin' in the sand/ Standing
next to me, a river/ Running through your pants, afraid/ To trust me when my hands / Are helping you
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