Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paper The House, artist - Fucked Up. Date of issue: 01.06.2014
Song language: English
Paper The House |
| Curtain comes down, confession begins. |
| Not all of them made it, so I’m glad some of them stayed until the end |
| to see a self righteous young man turn parody. |
| But nothing is more uplifting than finally admitting you were living a lie. |
| Tears down my face again as I place my head in my hands |
| Darkness comes and it consumes all my past dread is exhumed |
| Breakdown in short succession interrupt the bouts of depression |
| Fables and methods for coping effective as protest unspoken |
| Praise gone, money spent |
| Just a kid wondering where his dad went |
| Old man life spent |
| Carved a legacy never made a dent. |
| Thirty Three was so complex screamed the singed from the crucifix |
| Well, it was me down on bended knees, praying to a god in whom I «don't believe» |
| In a way it is all that it gleams, but why do we kill ourselves to end the |
| dream? |
| Is it commitments that bind me or am I consumed by vanity? |
| Praise gone, money spent |
| Just as kid wondering where his dad went |
| Old man life spent |
| Carved a legacy never made a dent. |
| How can it be maintained? |
| The way I make my living has driven me insane. |
| It’s a 21st century irony, where everything you hoped for in life gives you |
| more anxiety. |
| Praise gone, money spent |
| Just as kid wondering where his dad went |
| Old man life spent |
| Carved a legacy never made a dent. |
| Rapt attention turns malaise. |
| I accept it. |
| Can’t remain unaffected by the changing days. |
| I’m not ungrateful; |
| I cherish the time we spent. |
| When the day comes to say goodbye, understand, this is why. |
| Praise gone, money spent |
| Just as kid wondering where his dad went |
| Old man life spent |
| Carved a legacy never made a dent. |