作词 : Alexi Laiho 作曲 : Alexi Laiho You’re whining bitching all day long You don’t connect you don’t belong When you wanna ‘fess up and you wanna come clean It’s like taking a kick in the spleen
Could you dial back just a notch I’m asking… Will you won’t you do you don’t you With the insecurities that you’re masking Not that I would do but could you
You wear things out like the air we breathe You care about things like what’s underneath You rant about shit and nobody cares Take a tumble down in a flight of stairs
Could you dial back just a notch I’m asking… Will you won’t you do you don’t you With the insecurities that you’re masking Not that I would do but could you
Your sob stories are the oldest ones in the book Will you won’t you do you don’t you That’s what we call a storm in a tea cup Not that I would do but could you
So could you dial back a notch I’m asking.. Will you won’t you do you don’t you With the insecurities you’re masking Not that I would do but could you
Your sob stories are the oldest ones in the book Will you won’t you do you don’t you That’s what we call a storm in a tea cup Not that I would do but could you
作词 : Alexi Laiho 作曲 : Alexi Laiho You’re whining bitching all day long You don’t connect you don’t belong When you wanna ‘fess up and you wanna come clean It’s like taking a kick in the spleen
Could you dial back just a notch I’m asking… Will you won’t you do you don’t you With the insecurities that you’re masking Not that I would do but could you
You wear things out like the air we breathe You care about things like what’s underneath You rant about shit and nobody cares Take a tumble down in a flight of stairs
Could you dial back just a notch I’m asking… Will you won’t you do you don’t you With the insecurities that you’re masking Not that I would do but could you
Your sob stories are the oldest ones in the book Will you won’t you do you don’t you That’s what we call a storm in a tea cup Not that I would do but could you
So could you dial back a notch I’m asking.. Will you won’t you do you don’t you With the insecurities you’re masking Not that I would do but could you
Your sob stories are the oldest ones in the book Will you won’t you do you don’t you That’s what we call a storm in a tea cup Not that I would do but could you
