Testo di Some things are never ready

Some things aren't how they seem Some things aren't how you think Some things aren't so much easy Some things have a worst stink What's always wrong with me? Something that I cannot see Maybe is the brat that I am Or just my retardation stamp Always let on the back Always been rejected Always been left out on cold Always it seems so unfold What's always wrong with me? Something that I cannot see Maybe is the brat that I am Or just my retardation stamp Ready to be smashed by a compressor roll Ready to be crushed by the crowd Ready to be beat by a baseball bat Ready for everything, but after my nap