ive grown tired of having to choose it's no fun when there's nothing to lose there's no offer that i wouldnt refuse i've got the case of the friday blues
the thrill fades, it never stays new the painkillers get weaker with use every blink chained by taboos accuse, abuse, amuse
slipping away, sinking mid-air no cosmic justice to be found anywhere floating about, without a care hitching a ride to the vanity fair
i've grown tired of people who know they realise the meaning of woe seek approval, but in need lie low every act's a part of the show
slipping away, sinking mid-air no cosmic justice to be found anywhere floating about, without a care hitching a ride to the vanity fair
ive grown tired of having to choose it's no fun when there's nothing to lose the thrill fades, it never stays new the painkillers get weaker with use