Paroles:
No Talent

The gun is loaded when the glass is full Down the hatch and the trigger's pulled Off the wagon and back onto the stool I know that when I stare into your

As I get closer my dreams get farther I climb that ladder but you kick it over Thirsty for water you give me vinegar When I drink your medicine it just

Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh Woah-oh-oh Slapped my face, slammed the door A dozen roses lay on the floor I saw her friends and I was told She blocked my number

Lay down, lay down with your drunken fools, I never thought you could be so cruel, And all the rumours I heard were true, You had another man in our room

A devil in a midnight mass, He prayed behind stained glass A memory of Sunday class Resurrected from the past Hold your breath and count to four Pinky

Well I'm scared of my reflection Is it mine or is it yours? And I swear I hear the knockin' But there's no one at the door. Don't think I'm losing my

March on, worker bees! Know your enemy! We take our orders given by the queen We're not the killers, we're the worker bees If you resist us you will

Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The Red Flag waving never meant the same The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday

Never understood how she could, Mean so little to so many Why does she mean everything to me? Is it worth the pain, with no one to blame? For all of