Why do we need this Who was it that said That great things come to great men Well that fucker lied to us There's nothing here but a wasteland,
And I can still see the graves of the dead but it's useless most of us would rather sit than see this wound that we have created Let's not last the night Let's not last the night
I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy
Senseless and I'm not sure why I'm not going to pretend that I know all the answers Or all of the questions It's got to be good for something
So we'll chalk this and we'll mount the dead on the fireplace above right above our guilded heads
I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy
Like sitting in the back seat (it's all the rage) and boring me with your body (it's all the rage) how many times can I say I'm sorry (it's all the rage) and really mean it (and really mean it) and really mean it (and really mean it) Like sitting in the back seat (it's all the rage) and boring me with your body (it's all the rage) how many times can I say I'm sorry (it's all the rage) and really mean it (and really mean it) and really mean it (and really mean it) and really mean it
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Why do we need this Who was it that said That great things come to great men Well that fucker lied to us There's nothing here but a wasteland There's nothing here
Compositores: Kris Roberts, Darran Smith, Matthew Lee Davies Kreye (Matt Davies), Ryan Richards, Gareth Royston Davies (Gareth Davies) ECAD: Obra #23961902 Fonograma #1119840