Testo di 97 Heart Attack

Morning blurring into noon And i'm out of the old rustic black I'm seeing red, i'm feeling blue And working on this heart attack But i don't want it anymore No I don't want it anymore Baritone the keys are broke The drum machines are running slow But i wrote down everything i could I tell you everything is good But i don't want it anymore No I don't want it anymore And i never had a name before No, i never played the filthy door But your punk rock mom was wrong She ain't never listened to the song But i don't want it anymore No I don't want it anymore No I don't want it anymore No I don't want it anymore