Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song folk song. , by - Dillinger Four. Song from the album Situationist Comedy, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 03.06.2002
Record label: Fat Wreck Chords
Song language: English
folk song. |
| It’s like picking up the pieces is a daily chore |
| Thinking of your timecard forms a habit |
| Watching rich folks on TV’s like picking a sore |
| Fuck it all, they can have it |
| Now I’m loaded like a gun again |
| Like a plague of locusts, heaven-sent |
| Just a ball of dissension with a death perception |
| I won’t sweat the definition of content |
| They said better safe than sorry, and look out for number one |
| I heard only play the cards you’re shown |
| Fuck what they say, it doesn’t matter anyway |
| Only in your grave are you alone |
| Like grown men staring with little boys' eyes |
| And actresses speaking with conviction |
| These people should demand a Pulitzer Prize |
| For various works of fiction |
| Judge a book by its cover and keep one eye on your back |
| I heard only play the cards you’re shown |
| I say fuck what they say, it doesn’t matter anyway |
| Only in your grave are you alone |
| So many people with so much to show |
| Rotting away in their own little holes |
| One can only wonder why |
| I’ll celebrate my home |
| But know that I’m not alone |
| Only fools are along for the ride |
| I’m thinking of the size |
| Of this world that’s right outside |
| Please don’t waste it trying to hide |