You're living like you're a deadman Your neck gets broke with a twist You're as weak as anyone Who has a delicate wrist The devil's up on your shoulder He's always right in your ear Too many days, weeks, months You've been listening for years
You have an eye that flies just like a satellite You can't see clearly when you've got a broken mind Go grab your guts then maybe you can grow a spine Get with the times or you'll get left behind
You're 50 coming up 60 You've still got nothing to say You just repeat, -peat, -peat Saying "Back in my day" You can't tell anybody When you've got nowhere to run When you start thinking like you do That's where it all goes wrong
You have an eye that flies just like a satellite You can't see clearly when you've got a broken mind Go grab your guts then maybe you can grow a spine Get with the times or you'll get left behind
You settle down 'Cause we're all fucking crazy Let it all out 'Cause shit can get too heavy If you can't No you can't
You have an eye that flies just like a satellite You can't see clearly when you've got a broken mind Go grab your guts then maybe you can grow a spine Get with the times or you'll get left behind
Compositores: David Andrew Rawling, Joe Savins, James Thomas Gillett, Samuel George Anthony Douglas ECAD: Obra #24073122