Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Problem , 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
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Problem , by - Direct Hit!. Song from the album Crown of Nothing, in the genre ПанкThe Problem |
| We’re not so different, you know |
| Just one or two chromosomes slipped backward makes us bastards |
| Admit we’re worms in the earth, so swallow, pass out that dirt |
| They need us — walking on the path created by our mouths, our guts |
| Not once, but always |
| Treated like a clown, like rust cleaned up |
| We’re trash this time |
| We’re just a waste of a life — why bother even trying? |
| Our pupils pointed inside our skulls |
| Prefer just to sigh-igh away like our conversations |
| Sigh away from obliteration |
| Fly away from the radio station — it’s all just useless information |
| You and me’s all that we’ve got |
| A pair of demons, we rot in pieces |
| If we’re found out: ironed creases, dust swept beneath royal rug |
| We’ve dug ourselves deep enough |
| So fingers crossed it passes |
| Worst case it’s death, so listen: that sound out loud, that thunder |
| Delay is so misleading |
| Eyes open, no more sleeping |
| We’re just a waste of a life — Why bother even trying? |
| Our pupils pointed inside our skulls |
| Prefer just to sigh-igh away like our conversations |
| Sigh away from obliteration |
| Fly away from the radio station, it’s all just useless information |
| We’re the problem anybody’d argue |
| Hear the sobbing coming from the bathroom? |
| Clear your throat, start dabbing all your tears |
| You hear the sirens coming |
| The horizon’s dark, we’ll keep each other on the line |
| Say bye, we’ll sigh in the morning when the sun’s up |
| We’re the problem, you’ll see it if you look |
| Don’t hide your eyes — doesn’t matter in the darkness |
| We’re just a waste of a life — why bother even trying? |
| Our pupils pointed inside our skulls |
| Prefer just to sigh-igh away like our conversations |
| Sigh away from obliteration |
| Fly away from the radio station |
| It’s all just useless information |
| Just useless information |
| Just useless information |
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