Paroles: Anew. Put On Your Dancing Shoes You S.O.B..

Theres only so much one can say
and theres only so much i can do
repetition is repeating itself once again
i'm questioning if i even give a shit
pull out the pen, put it on paper
but my voice is wearing and it's weak
a petty breath selling petty words
straight from the heart, but what is it worth?
get on the floor and show me what its worth
i'll never turn my back on this scene
but inspiration it runs dry
so never let the music die