Testo di Yellow

So tired of all the lies Can't see so open your eyes We talk about everyone else Let's stop and improve ourselves Backstab blood flowing free It's him or her or them or me Like vultures preying on the dead Can't leave anything unsaid Say hi when someone's here They leave smile turns to sneer We're free to stab and spit and spout More pointless shit No point and no good at all We're cool 'cause someone else is small If we've nothing better to do Then I'm sorry for me and you