PITY کے بول

Pity you're a tad too angry for them You've gone and fucked it all They pitied you until your hands grew weapons Pity you project your sad obsessions You must have earned them all They pitied you until your hands grew weapons Pity that you couldn't learn your lesson You must have earned it all They pitied you until your hands grew weapons Pity that you couldn't thank me for them You've gone and fucked it all They pitied you until your hands grew weapons Oh, what a pity You're oh, so pretty You're pretty shitty Another day another story Oh my God We're heading in the wrong direction We're in the wrong direction We're heading in the wrong direction We're in the wrong direction What's the point in being dumber than your father and your mother If we never ask the questions then we'll never learn our lesson In the wrong direction We're in the wrong direction Pity you're a tad too broken for them You've gone and fucked it all They pitied you until your hands grew weapons Pity you project your sad obsessions You must have earned them all They pitied you until your hands grew weapons Oh, what a pity You're oh, so pretty You're pretty shitty Another day another story Oh my God We're heading in the wrong direction (look out, look out) We're in the wrong direction (look out, look out) We're heading in the wrong direction (look out, look out) We're in the wrong direction (look out, look out) What's the point in being dumber than your father and your mother If we never ask the questions then we'll never learn our lesson In the wrong direction (look out, look out) We're in the wrong direction Look out, look out Look out, look out Look out, look out Look out, look out