Pay Your Dues کے بول

I was speaking about selling my dreams Price down, believe me! Since who you are, is what you get! Everything turns into sadness with your crap I've been told way before But never more will let you crawl on my door I’ve been told way before But never more will let you crawl on my door I'm tired and out of your way I've told you before You crawl on my door I'm tired and out of your way I've told you before You crawl on my door I've been told way before But never more will let you crawl on my door I'vе been told way before But nevеr more will let you crawl on my door I was speaking about selling my dreams Price down, believe me! Since who you are, is what you get! Everything turns into sadness with your crap I'm tired and out of your way I've told you before You crawl on my door Dreaming dreams made of sand The wind will blow Losing your respect living here You can't control me no more Dreaming dreams made of sand The wind will blow Losing your respect living here You can't control me no more