Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bad Answer , by - Direct Hit!. Song from the album Crown of Nothing, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 25.10.2018
Record label: Fat Wreck Chords
Song language: English
Bad Answer |
| I’m not the one, I’m not the one |
| I’m not the one you want |
| I’m not the one, I’m not the one |
| I’m not the one who’s got the answer that you’re looking for |
| The solution that you seek |
| Suffering’s all I’m doing |
| But it won’t fill your need |
| We all run on toward the setting sun |
| Trying just to keep it on the horizon |
| Call it stunned by our desperation |
| All our love wasted on what’s over and done |
| You can tell everybody that we’re nothing |
| Just a collection of hollow cries and guts |
| You can tell everybody that my soul’s made up |
| If you just let me crumble into dust |
| I’m not the one, I’m not the one |
| I’m not the one you want |
| I’m not the one, I’m not the one |
| I’m not the one just stop |
| No answer makes you satisfied, no answer lets you sleep |
| Life’s meaning’s to find meaning in this abyss, so black and deep |
| You ran outta time, can’t satisfy that need now that you’ve died |
| You can tell everybody that we’re nothing |
| Just a collection of hollow cries and guts |
| You can tell everybody that my soul’s made up |
| If you’re dumb enough to accept that stuff |
| You can tell everybody that we’re nothing |
| Just a collection of borrowed time and dust |
| You can tell everybody that their love’s made up |
| If it helps when you try to sleep at night |
| Dried up, the sand’s filled up your mind |
| Black hole is all that’s left inside |
| You were dead when you were born to this dead world |
| Just let us break apart, we’ll both feel better for it, can’t ignore |
| It |
| If you’re sick of it, just let it go |
| Just let it go, just let it |
| We all run on toward the setting sun |
| Trying just to keep it on the horizon |
| Call it stunned by our desperation |
| All our love wasted on what’s over and done |
| You can tell everybody that I’m nothing, just a collection of hollow |
| Cries |
| Guts |
| Fucked |
| You can tell everybody that our soul’s made up |
| If you’re dumb enough to accept that stuff |
| You can tell everybody that we’re nothing |
| Just a collection of borrowed time and dust |
| You can tell everybody that their love’s made up |
| If it helps when you try to sleep at night |