What if I squeezed myself into any shape And I still don't fit What if I bend myself so much that i break And I cant mend it What if I burned so bright that the fire goes out And I cant stay lit Whats the point in it I could get good at crying crocodiles tears Just to get along I could carry on telling you what you want to hear Til my voice is gone But if i finally get to the place that I think is home And i don't belong Whats the point in it Wheres the benefit When I'm gaining all but I'm losing it
Its not worth having If its too much to hold It can dig so deep That your left with a hole Does the energizer with a bag full of gold Don't wanna end up like pirate bones While the thought was treasures just a pile of stones I might have to judge, rather then be lying alone Just a pile of pirate bones
Uh yeah oh oh If I forfeit my soul it ain't worth having Uh yeah oh oh If its something I stole it ain't worth having
What if I stake everything I am on a dream And its counterfeit If I reach the end that justifies the means Could I live with it And if its true that I have to much of any good thing Can only make me sick Whats the point in it Wheres the benefit When I'm gaining all, but I'm losing it Oooh
Its not worth having If its too much to hold It can dig so deep That your left with a hole Does the energizer with a bag full of gold Don't wanna end up like pirate bones While the thought was treasures just a pile of stones I might have to judge, rather then be lying alone Pirate bones
Uh yeah oh oh If i forfeit my soul it ain't worth having Uh yeah oh oh If its something I stole it ain't worth having
Its not worth that much to me If loosing out is what it means This way may shallow victory Is empty Empty Its just not worth the prize Its only a fools pirate dies If its draining every drop of lies Til I'm dry Lie.
Pirate Bones!
(Its not worth having) its not worth having If its too much to hold It can dig so deep That your left with a hole Does the energizer with a bag full of gold Don't wanna end up like pirate bones While the thought was treasures just a pile of stones I might have to judge, rather then be lying alone Just a pile of pirate bones
If I forfeit my soul it ain't worth having Ooh ooh If its something I stole it ain't worth having
Pirate bones (While the thought was treasures just a pile of....stones) mmmmm
Pirate Bones.
Compositores: Stephen Alan Kipner (Kipner Steve), Andrew Marcus Frampton (Andrew Frampton), Andrew Wilkins Wayne (Wayne Wilkins), Natasha Anne Bedingfield (Natasha Bedingfield) ECAD: Obra #25993259 Fonograma #1391377