Paroles de Nightmares

Take all the photographs (photographs) Plot your life out on a graph X and Y, go I fell in a pit of snakes (pit of snakes) At twenty-three At twenty-three Boy, fuck, I'm high around you They want me dry like Chardonnay My dreams are in the spreadsheets Don't test me now I can't come back All the grass was golden-green (golden-green) The money controlling me So, I must go Boy, fuck, I'm high around you They want me dry like Chardonnay My dreams are in the spreadsheets Don't test me now I can't come back