I'm gonna write this in a book one day but for now this song will have to do It's about the lengths you and I were willing to go to to get some free food
I live on an island in the middle of the sea that's filled of hungry sharks that like to eat people like me it's been called a utopia and a punk rock
Looking out the foggy window of the train it seemed insane, The rain was comin' down so fast it couldn't make it in the drains And all the roads had turned
[Originally by Andrew Jackson Jihad] I broke my promise on a very sharp rock and i was possessed by something quite unfriendly and i was haunted by
She asked me if I like to sing I said, of course I like to sing Anyone who doesn't like to sing Must be dead if you ask me She asked how I like being
It's a ten-hour drive to our next show across the western wasteland with no gigs in between and the gas gauge says we are empty but that's okay 'cause
Well gather round me children, a story I will tell about pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well It was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday
My dad built a racecar with his own hands He raced the figure 8 against many reckless men driving deadly, driving metal, driving wicked, driving fast,
Feeling like a vampire today As another generation slowly tumbles to its grave But there's a new one rising up so that's okay, I like the taste of young
We arrived really late at night And we found a place to sleep under a small patch of trees We didn't set up our tent that night We just put sleeping bags
We got off the plane in the cold, cold rain Lost track of the hour, lost track of the day We were very far away from anywhere we'd been before We got
What happened to what we were all fighting for? Did we lose the war? Or did we just grow up? What happened to what we would all die for? Well I'm still
Oversettelse: Ghost Mice. 1.000.000 Per Hour.
Oversettelse: Ghost Mice. Angret.
