Paroles de Content

Your sad rags put them on You're betrayed by your eyes Content to be content With all we possess This is something to despise Your a loser or a winner The fence's been broken I hear your a beginner Well nothing is sacred These are sad times But there's fools to lead us Betrayed by a smile A complement to the extent Of apathy's sickness If you don't know Just ask why You're a loser or a winner The fence's been broken I hear your a beginner Well nothing is sacred