Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lights Out Restrung, artist - Hilltop Hoods. Album song Drinking From The Sun, Walking Under Stars Restrung, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hilltop Hoods
Song language: English
Lights Out Restrung |
This whole world’s in a rush to be living plush, but never rich enough |
Till that mirrors such a stranger we’re asking is it us? |
Losing your vision, make one stupid decision |
You’ve become the newest victim of the human condition |
It’s a crying shame; |
honestly it’s a survival game |
While we die in vein making somebody rich |
Like we scared of taking that step |
Every days just another that escaped us if we don’t make an affect |
Back seat revolutionaries ain’t lions at heart |
Even the slightest of sparks can light up the dark |
And everybody wants a piece of the action |
Like peace and relaxing became a niche for the deceased or the lacking |
Success, pleasures of the flesh and beheld |
Treasures and endless excess in which we measure ourselves |
I’ve faith in my fam, so I can relate to the fans |
Hope they understand how grateful I am |
We do it right here, right now |
With my peers, my house |
And fight here till the day we’re gone and rest in white clouds |
Life here, life out |
If I’m a die here with my doubts |
Then as night nears we’re gonna do it till they turn the lights out |
And it starts with us, seeking an everlasting rush |
Pharmaceutical market drugs, liquor and grass and dust |
Murder, lust, self-worth, hurt and trust |
Burden us like a curse till we return to dust |
Keeping us on like we’re marching to the beat of a gong |
Freedom is from our own hearts and those we leave the upon |
Lingering on through the words that we sing in our songs |
Even a strong foundation we could blink and it’s gone |
So we carve out our marks and master our own path |
In a castle of glass our heart where our homes are |
Wars in our vein, that’s why we walk in the rain |
Of course if the name burns brighter it was forged in the flame |
You’ll never get a break until your dead or make fifty |
And a pension ain’t a pay you resonate with me? |
I’ve faith in my fam, so I can relate to the fans |
I hope they understand how grateful I am |
We do it right here, right now |
With my peers, my house |
And fight here till the day we’re gone and rest in white clouds |
Life here, life out |
If I’m a die here with my doubts |
Then as night nears we’re gonna do it till they turn the lights out |
We won’t go, no we won’t go, no we won’t go, no we won’t go |
We won’t go, no we won’t go, no we won’t go, no we won’t go |
We won’t go, no we won’t go, no we won’t go, no we won’t go |
We won’t go, no we won’t go, no we won’t go, no we won’t go |