Crazy days of drunkeness and joy,
a feathered monday wishing upon friday
dogs barking out on the fields,
freedom escapes, fate turns to be real
eluding true nature of our right to be
but still we dont care, it's us until the end,
poisoness smoke flowing through our lugns
unaware, the truth dies in the sound of drums.
now the days are the same, poetry leads to nothing,
said the drunken man sitting alone on a bench all day
had someone showed him the way, he problaby be gay, Okey.
but these crazy days lead us all away,
drifting apart, we all turn to stray
so tell me a thing, it is all in place, for tonight?
'cause booze's gonna turn my truth so grey
and maybe, we can listen to Sway, while i play my game tonight.
'cause the truth all gone today, soon it'll be monday
we'll be praying, hoping, waiting for friday
eluding all thats ours, our freedom we sell away,
without even saying, Without even saying, Without even saying
Goodbye.

Annons

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June 2009