Wildhearts "Inglorious" |
Someone out there really likes me You'll never be this side of ninety You'll never feel the strength of wonder To get out of the shit I'm under Do I sense some depravation? I've got a toothache and an itching The face to face and loser zeros And I'm a-shouting and illegal Slow as me, stop me, stop me, stop me We could be anywhere, but you choose up there All the drinks So, of for fast So, you act like you never take a shit So, get off, So, get down So, you're feeling deep In need Inglorious, well take a back stance Shave your face and buckle your pants We can see you're young and free and boring us Inglorious, twenty month leaders, anger fuel of a justice appears Don't cry pain, you'll make no change, it's obvious Inglorious When you believe your class of bitching Someone been your pointless listening And make believe when you love your rock star And then they're just as weak as you are So unhappy 'bout your vision And come inside your blank tradition A week of never beat the heroes A weaker generation follows Stop, Afraid, stop, afraid, stop, afraid, stop, afraid We could be anywhere where the future shares Some thing fast, So, be good So, be better, So, and be eighties am I set So, back to cash So, back you'll come when the work is done And dream Inglorious, well take a back stance Shave your face and buckle your pants Wake and see you're young and free and boring us Inglorious, so make a few stabs Sail the wind and obey 'em or else Sex and sin with something's been in all of us Inglorious Sell it all in a minute Cue it empty All the girls wanna mother You to sleep Still, rocking to your bullshit Still, I can hear it all, raaaa, aaaa Who will catch you when you fall? Punk! Stop me, stop me, stop me, stop me You could be anywhere, but you choose up there So you quit Hey, the first Hey, the last Hey, the losers in the past Hey, insist Hey, an ever growing list of debt Inbred Inglorious, well take a back stance Take your place and buckle your pants Wake and see, you're young and free and boring us Inglorious, well maybe it's you Music's all that'll ever get through People tire so quickly of the glamorous Inglorious, Inglorious What a mother fucker What a mother fucker What a mother fucker What a mother fucker Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |