Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song West Side Story, artist - Camp Cope. Album song Camp Cope, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 21.04.2016
Record label: Poison City
Song language: English
West Side Story |
Tried to get the audience out |
From inside my head |
And the things you say are beautiful |
But they don’t make very much sense |
From the day that I was born |
They took me for all that I had |
And I let them |
‘Cause they let me in |
I’m so weak, I can barely hold this instrument |
I wanna do whatever you wanna do |
I wanna make fun of cops with you |
You went on tour |
And I went on medication |
I’ve been stuck in this waiting room |
And they’re telling me to stay patient |
So, I’ll close my eyes |
And I’ll sing this song for you |
Celebrate with a joint or two |
And a new backyard tattoo |
And think of the time that we spent |
Watching X-Files in your living room |
I wanna do whatever you wanna do |
And I wanna find every truth with you |
And it all comes down to the knowledge that we’re gonna die |
Find comfort in that or be scared for the rest of your life |
So, I sing and I scream and I strum and I try to help out |
'Til I can build a little house |
That the government doesn’t know about |
But I’d rather be right here than anywhere else right now |
I wanna do whatever you wanna do |
And I wanna watch the empire fall with you |
And it’s fucking with me that you didn’t see |
That it wasn’t them and it was always me |
Who knew too much |
And I’m no storyteller the way you are |
I’m just an angry kid who got given a guitar |
But how dare you say that I’m too young |
To know that the ticket prices are going up |
And the trains still aren’t on time |
And the thugs that patrol the lines |
Are the reason I’ll never pay my fines |
And prescription prices are going up |
And we’re not making any more money |
Tony’s wallet’s getting heavy |
Gina’s stomach is far from empty |
And it’s too many in my mind |
And now I’m living on the West side |
You say, «Breathe it in, breathe it out» |
You don’t know what you’re talking about |
And it’s eating away at my insides |
And now I’m living on the West side |
And my mother says I’ve gotten thin |
Don’t wanna see you for a couple of years |
But yours is a funeral I’d fly to from anywhere |