كلمات Boys Will Be Boys

We saw the summer night, We drank down the sober sky Left our mark into the concrete Burned up all our tires sleeping Words flow as we are fading Watch the canvas become our painting Not all roads lead to Rome 'Cause this one leads to the hell back home Oh oh, this is what we do. Oh oh, this is what we do. You can say, it's wasted ignorance. But we're okay, just living in the wreckage. Don't you get the wrong impression It's just business with the worst intentions We felt the floor fall out And, well, I guess it's too late now Guess we'll just count our losses Fix it no matter what the cost is Lie down with a view Fell asleep ontop of the roof Remember when the sky turned orange Or was it black the night before? Oh oh, this is what we do. Oh oh, this is what we do. You can say, it's wasted ignorance. But we're okay, just living in the wreckage. Don't you get the wrong impression It's just business with the worst intentions It's just business with the worst intentions You can say, it's wasted ignorance. But we're okay, just living in the wreckage. Don't you get the wrong impression It's just business with the worst intention