Paroles de Tuna in a Can

Tuna in a can, sticky from the brine I thought I could bare, you thought I was fine I'm leaking down the stairs, remember what he said? Heavy is the head, happy is the fool you're insecure Lost in your mother's, lost in your daddy's shoes This family living room, feels like the pocket of your brother's suit And it all comes back around I know that I don't really try And it all comes back somehow I know that I'm not really trying Tuna in a can, why you so sad? Headlining the show, at the funeral They walk into the room, the priest and his platoon I think about the end, I think that I'm the fool that's insecure Lost in my mother's, lost in my daddy's shoes And it all comes back around I know that I don't really try And it all comes back somehow I know that I'm not really trying And it all comes back around I know that I don't really try And it all comes back somehow I know that I'm not really trying