
Date of issue: 13.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Done |
I was taking every hit from you |
You drive-by shooting son of a bitch, and I’m done |
Oh whoa, I’m done |
Who told you that you could rewrite the rules, and do you |
Really take me for a goddamn fool cause I’m done |
Oh whoa, I’m done |
And you can drag me out before some authority |
If that’s what you have to do to feel like you can punish me |
But I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t keep the peace anymore |
With your dogs, with your dogs, at my door |
You’ve been puncing my weaknesses, slandering my name |
You spent all your time trying to place your blame, and I’m done |
Ohhh, I’m done |
I used to think I hold the best parts of me |
To sew the holes in your life and the cracks in your seams |
And I’m done |
Oh whoa, I’m done |
And I’m sorry that you don’t like your life |
But I fought for my own victories and for the beauty in my life |
My joy, my joy, my joy takes nothing from you |
No, my joy, my joy, my joy takes nothing from you |
Well, you criticize my numbers, you hammer out the rules |
Wait for me to fuck up, and find yourself some proof |
And I’m done |
Oh whoa, I’m done |
You just soak in the hatred of a sorry line |
Yeah, you hide behind decorum and a fake smile |
And I’m done |
Oh whoa, I’m done |
And you can drag me out before a judge and authorities |
If that’s what you have to do to feel like you can punish me |
But I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t keep the peace anymore |
With your dogs, with your dogs, at my door |
Well I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t keep the peace anymore |
With your dogs, with your dogs, at my door |