To never open a book, always reading a magazine
Out-spent, betting if it looks like women you haven’t been
Knives don’t have your back
I wait and I count to the last breath we take
What we make, doesn’t make sense
What’s a wolf without a pack?
Open your chest and take the heart from it
What’s bad, we’ll fix it
What’s wrong, we’ll make it all right
It’s gone, we’ll find it
Takes so long, we’ve got time
All the time
Some part of you, too small to lose
All of us, All of you
Counting to the last breath we take
What we make, doesn’t make sense
What’s a wolf without a pack?
Open your chest and take the heart from it
When you talk, can I tape you?
How’d you get what we don’t know?
We don’t know how to help
Only know how to hamp
Nose to the grindstone
Grindstone to the ground
Don’t even visit that place,
they’ll sharpen their teeth on your smile
I’m glad you didnt
all our songs will be lullabies in no time
What’s bad, What’s wrong, make it all right
It’s gone, so long
We’ve got time, all the time