Shut Up! کے بول

I'm not staying to receive a plaque Inscribed with children's rhymes Forgot I always say too much No rewards can be mine Good devotees smiles and shriek To shrug off all their doubt My God where did I get this smug All instincts point me out I'm rotting on corner street By pass the fountain I stall and sleep all day Guilt cloaks my head Is this the final time It might as well be Is this the final time Forget the checks Forget the plans The keys hang from her gown Sure I'm scared but more of death In this so very town I'm rotting on corner street By pass the fountain I stall and sleep all day Guilt cloaks my head Is this the final time It might as well be Is this the final time