Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Making A Mess, artist - Glue. Date of issue: 18.09.2006
Song language: English
Making A Mess |
| I stand in salute to the last guns to shoot |
| The dirt off the end of these ripped up boots |
| Tied, tight, for flight if needed |
| Indeed my plights been guided through the past and greeted by |
| The narrow path with wide angles |
| We burn from the light of a solitary candle |
| Left on, till dawn breaks it’s head |
| I rather hit snooze and let the tired rest under the bed |
| The boogeyman laughs at his own existance |
| Characters reaching out from the small town distance |
| You missed it, sorry that i said it |
| Usually, my tom foolery is only for the hardheaded |
| With knuckles to bare and stories to share |
| From the infants in the game, veterans in rocking chairs |
| Telling me how the days of old |
| Have suddenly vanished with all this glitter and gold |
| Someday i’ll write a classic |
| Sureshot make your world fantastic |
| Swing your fist, if the vibe hits, your chest |
| Release the scream, we’re making a mess |
| Dance till your death |
| Move with all of your life |
| Dance till your death |
| Move with all of your life |
| I tells pops not worry, it’s a temporary fix |
| We live life to die or die trying to get rich |
| It’s all the same no matter how you throw the dice |
| You get snake eyes, hear the same thing twice |
| One plus one equals 2, much time on your hands |
| Kick the habit for the supply and demand |
| Now’s the moment to recruit your neighbors |
| Seperate the rookies from the players in the majors |
| Hit hard, stick fast, give your neck whiplash |
| It’s all gonna change once these checks get cashed |
| But the money is gone as quick as it appears |
| The oppisite ideology of our careers |
| The past is gone, realize and move on |
| The pioneers got us here and we can’t do them wrong |
| If they could move suburbs with words from the ghetto |
| Then the vibe is still traveling through jazz, folk, and metal |
| Someday i’ll write a classic |
| Kill a beat to have six carry the casket |
| Swing your fist, if the vibe hits, your chest |
| Release the scream, we’re making a mess |
| Dance till your death |
| Move with all of your life |
| Dance till your death |
| Move with all of your life |
| Kick down the door, break the glass ceiling with the four four |
| Tight enough to tip the odds and even the score |
| Me and the music go back to being children |
| We used to fight for fun now it’s all business |
| Flashing peace signs while blasting kool g rap |
| Sometimes the road to riches looks just like that |
| Image of cyphers, in the freezing night |
| Standing outside the show in the circle of life |
| Bright lights shining eternal from the city of chi |
| To the new hamp state of mind in autumnal skies |
| Hear it the devils cry, fear it in the heavy sigh |
| Something’s got to give, so i’m giving all to get mine |
| Mid twenties superstar |
| Never had a credit card |
| To live debt free in these clubs and bars |
| 1000 mile trips, make your head do backflips |
| Moving the crowd like this takes years of practice |
| Someday i’ll write a classic |
| Sureshot make your world fantastic |
| Swing your fist, if the vibe hits, your chest |
| Release the scream, we’re making a mess |
| Dance till your death |
| Move with all of your life |
| Dance till your death |
| Move with all of your life |
| Someday i’ll write a classic |
| Kill a beat to have six carry the casket |
| Swing your fist, if the vibe hits, your chest |
| Release the scream, we’re making a mess |
| Dance till your death |
| Move with all of your life |
| Dance till your death |
| Move with all of your life |