Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shouting , by - Matt Nathanson. Song from the album Show Me Your Fangs, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 31.12.2014
Record label: Concord, Vanguard
Song language: English
Shouting |
| All my friends are drunk, living in the future |
| All my friends are punks; |
| they never heard The Clash |
| All my friends are vain, but scared of their reflection |
| Aiming for the wall; |
| never feel the crash |
| It’s ours to win |
| We’ll keep throwing punches til the walls cave in |
| Thieves in the temple; |
| Eve and the apple |
| Everybody’s twisted, baby, trying to fit |
| Head full of judges, mouth full of luggage |
| We whisper, baby; |
| we should be shouting |
| Whoa-oh-oh, shouting |
| Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh |
| All my friends are straight, playing at being crooked |
| All my friends are rich, but always strapped for cash |
| All my friends are sad, but wanna live forever |
| Back against the wall, face against the glass |
| It’s ours to win |
| We’ll keep throwing punches til the walls cave in |
| Thieves in the temple; |
| Eve and the apple |
| Everybody’s twisted, baby, trying to fit |
| Head full of luggage and a mouth full of judges |
| We whisper, baby; |
| we should be shouting |
| Whoa-oh-oh, shouting |
| Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh |
| Whoa-oh-oh, shouting |
| Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-whoa-oh |
| Everybody’s twisted, baby, trying to fit |
| Everybody’s twisted, baby, trying to fit |
| Everybody’s twisted, baby, trying to fit |
| Everybody’s twisted, baby, trying to fit |