Paroles de S P E Y S I D E

I know now that I can't make good How I wish I could Go back and put Me where you stood Nothings really something now the whole thing’s soot It serves to suffer make a hole in my foot And hope you look As I fill my book What a waste of wood Nothing’s really happened like I thought it would Ah, ah, ah I can't rest on no dynasty What is wrong with me? Ah, I'm so sorry I got the best of me I really damn been on such a violent spree But maybe you can still make a man from me Here on Speyside quay With what's left of me As you live and breathe Really know now what had hold on me