Paroles de 38

Incapable, player in a cast of millions Fuck it up, guts burning yet again Live on adrenaline and fear of defeat Fear the cunt who takes the prize Sweet nausea, knowingly expectant Fucking laugh you fucking joke Disjointed and obscure Don't spill the beans, just fucking watch Just imagine the shining wall Can't take it, just want to be sick Take another drink and smile In front of the face And pray for 38 Lay yourself down, son And watch the gathering crows