Buckcherry "So Far" |
I'll tell you how the stories told Come on.. I'll tell you how the stories told I always wanted so much more And way on down the road I caught a glimpse of the sunlight Working on my favourite thing Using every piece of me Drinking, smoking, fucking making nothing I didn't do it for money, I did it all for free I did it all to fill the fucking hole inside of me And so far its working out Everythings different now Think about what you know Forget about what your told See how your story grows Let it come from your own mind Kill all your favourite things Cover me with all your dreams Breathing, smoking, fucking, making something I didn't do it for money, I did it all for free I did it all to fill the fucking hole inside of me And so far its working out Everythings different now So far the mean machine Hasn't got the best of me So far... I'll tell you how the stories told I always wanted so much more And way on down the road I caught a glimpse of the sunlight I didn't do it for money, I did it all for free I did it all to fill the fucking hole inside of me And so far its working out Everythings different now So far the mean machine Hasn't got the best of me So far... Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |