Testo di George, My Shit

(Bleugh) (Woo!) (Like this!) I didn't care About the reason why he never wrote Just a nine year old Hanging on a single thread of hope Is it really too late for you and me? What's it like to have a Dad? Maybe I'll wait and see And now I can't define Between reality or TV And the people stare right through a dying man They don't even want to stop and see If he's okay He's okay I didn't care About the reason why he never wrote Just a nine year old Hanging on a single thread of hope Is it really too late for you and me? What's it like to have a Dad? Maybe I'll wait and see And now I can't define Between reality or TV And the people stare right through a dying man They don't even want to stop and see If he's okay He's okay (Bleugh) (Woo!)