作词 : Richie Cormack 作曲 : Dave Pearson You'd Better Just call it a day, you're doing the same thing. Just Settle You got a preachers mind but you baptised me. Hot Kettle You think you're doing it right because it's keeping me the same way Fake News You read it everyday and you're talking to me politically
You're part of a team, a cog in the machine, it doesn't really make you anything You wanna do your thing but all your doing is bringing all your drama straight up to me Well I wanna sing but all you're doing is burying everybody else's dream And you think you're a king because you sleep with a queen It doesn't make you anything.
No Metal You're just saying what you want digitally Oh get outside, and put the sun on your face it might just rub you up the right way And live it up and feel the fever the fever the fever of a fast lane It's a long track walking back but now you've only got yourself to blame
You're part of a team, a cog in the machine, without us you aint anything You wanna do your thing but all your doing is bringing all your drama straight up to me Well I wanna sing but all you're doing is burying everybody else's dream And you think you're a king because you sleep with a queen
There's three reasons i'm standing here I want you just to understand the way they've been whispering around town, The first is that i love you man, but you cannot comprehend how much your stock has fallen down, The second is i'm here for you, deep down i know the rhythm in your heart beats the way that i do, The third is that we better talk than whisper when you're sneaking out sneaking out, everyones without you.
作词 : Richie Cormack 作曲 : Dave Pearson You'd Better Just call it a day, you're doing the same thing. Just Settle You got a preachers mind but you baptised me. Hot Kettle You think you're doing it right because it's keeping me the same way Fake News You read it everyday and you're talking to me politically
You're part of a team, a cog in the machine, it doesn't really make you anything You wanna do your thing but all your doing is bringing all your drama straight up to me Well I wanna sing but all you're doing is burying everybody else's dream And you think you're a king because you sleep with a queen It doesn't make you anything.
No Metal You're just saying what you want digitally Oh get outside, and put the sun on your face it might just rub you up the right way And live it up and feel the fever the fever the fever of a fast lane It's a long track walking back but now you've only got yourself to blame
You're part of a team, a cog in the machine, without us you aint anything You wanna do your thing but all your doing is bringing all your drama straight up to me Well I wanna sing but all you're doing is burying everybody else's dream And you think you're a king because you sleep with a queen
There's three reasons i'm standing here I want you just to understand the way they've been whispering around town, The first is that i love you man, but you cannot comprehend how much your stock has fallen down, The second is i'm here for you, deep down i know the rhythm in your heart beats the way that i do, The third is that we better talk than whisper when you're sneaking out sneaking out, everyones without you.
