Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song William Blake Overdrive, artist - A Wilhelm Scream. Album song Mute Print, in the genre ПанкDate of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nitro
Song language: English
William Blake Overdrive |
| I will make myself |
| A mile from the racetrack |
| Drag my losses home |
| It kills me not to go back |
| And we float with parasites |
| All our lives |
| There’s me with the geriatrics at the slot machines |
| There’s me, the embodiment of how slow life can be |
| There’s me, dead eyes are glowing |
| There’s me, mine are always shut |
| Passed out on the road |
| Just hours from the racetrack |
| Saw Lamotta raise a toast |
| He said «You got me with the right jab» |
| And we float with parasites all our lives |
| With this advice — we learn until we’re dead |
| Be losers 'til your sanguine thoughts subside, we learn until we’re dead |
| A fallen dream’s not just a morbid sign, it’s opportunity |
| These days I find beauty as depressing as years beyond my time |
| If I could make this old heart young again, I’d find |
| Another topic to drone on, a more fashionable vice to lean on |
| Some better words to speak on that escaped my younger form |
| There’s me with the geriatrics at their slot machines |
| There’s me, the embodiment of how slow life can be |
| There’s me, short of imposing |
| There’s me, please be involved |
| Can I stop, I stop imploding |
| At every obstacle thrown on me? |
| Imply, yeah, right |
| This is only a prettier glimpse of a life so ugly that’s mine |