Bring 'em In
I´ve gotta climb this mountain, yeah,
I´ll deal with you later
If you burst into laugh then I will ch-
ch-ch-choke you with my cough
I am better of dead, I´m rolling high
and I´ll be gone for tomorrow
So copying styles if you´re a “one of
a kind”
Oh Yeah! Alright!
Tough looking star, painted in black,
smoothed in white cream
Sing lazy songs, lyrics have´'t been
the same without it
And when the lunatics are coming in
the late afternoon, I will comfort me
With saying that I´m just a “one of a
kind”
Oh Yeah! Alright!
And when the lunatics are coming in
the late afternoon,
you may comfort me by saying that
you´re all by a tune, and you will
say:
I wonder what´s so wrong about it, I
wonder what´s happy about it,
I want it now and you will never be
alive!!
I want it now, but you were never my
kind, so cry at night when the band
pullet out |
