اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Wrestling the days
Since the staff crept away,
Sorta sleeping awake
And just waiting, waiting
I’m just gonna wait
'Til they say it’s okay
To ring that bell again
You see, hook line and sinker
I’m in for the ride,
Got my eye on the prize
And I know if I show that
I’m willing to try to do it their way
I know what you’d say
You’d say: I threw the family
Under the bus as if I hoped
It would crush us, like I don’t care.
I do care, I swore and I swear,
I was thinking of you,
Always did and I do.
I just see things so different,
I just had to try
Like the market’s middle child,
We’re not winning or losing,
It’s such sweet denial
Up to the chin,
But if we just buy in
We could thrive in the gutters
And out on the towns
And we’re doubling down
‘Cause we’re dying of boredoom
There’s nothing to do
See, if you hate the man
The man hates you too
Don’t you think I have moments?
Sure, I’d love to take charge.
‘Cause we all see the farce,
But we don’t mention,
Mention the castle of cards.
And what’s there to say?
Let them eat cake?
