Drinks aside, it's time we tried to somewhere Take my only souvenir, hold it up high, it off the roof If it should break, me how it sounds when it lands
Steal when there isn't enough Turn the wheel, I'm it up Don't old, hope I'm backing up feel old Bloodshot eye, a ringing in the ear ringing in my right ear Our rules failed eachother We're close to used to wrong Now it's get undressed, feeling hopeless Work weary world, see no sign of Still I find time to complain of a the excess collects at their feet We're close to used to wrong Now it's gone, get undressed, hopeless Work weary world, see no of relief Still I find to complain of a shortage while the collects at their feet
say that we will, but we don't Always say that we did, we did nothing Drinks aside, the day today is the Now there's nowhere to go Build a shrine to goodbyes What's the
Steal Time when there isn't Turn the wheel, I'm it up Don't feel old, hope I'm up feel old Bloodshot eye, a ringing in the ear 1975 ringing in my ear Our simple rules failed both reduced to being wrong Here and it's get undressed, feeling hopeless Work weary world, see no sign of Still find time to complain of a shortage the excess collects at their feet Above, the sun late hasn't set yet Work weary world, too tired now to ever From you all complain of a shortage while the excess collects at feet
Between the church and under It is roped in deep