Paroles de The Itchy Glowbo Blow

Still stepping over me Little, he needs (Didn't he? How hadn't he?) Little, you may need And you know how sometimes When your face gives right in to him You've chosen your life for your man, yea And look at your goals Standing at his feet (Didn't he? How hadn't he?) Sometimes he flailed But you're glad he cares But you're glad he And you died sometimes When your face gives right in to him You've chosen your life for your man, yea For him? For yourself? Futile, in love (Didn't he? How hadn't he?) Futile is this fever And you died Did I see dark lines? So, what have you got now? Futile, in love (Didn't he? How hadn't he?) Futile is this fever The spirit of life fires me now (x3) The spirit of life fires me