Poets of the Fall - The Ulitimate Fling (Director's Cut) | Текст песни

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• Poets of the Fall
• The Ulitimate Fling (Director's Cut)

Today, it's in the air again today,
Another incident that just went off.
No way, this time I will not take the blame,
It's pretty obvious who needs to shut up.
Ashtrays filled with the fruits of our transgressions,
Here and there sarcasm overflows.
Do stay, I need the sitcom to be re-run
Till I get the gist of just how it goes.

So what would you have me do?

Gimme a reason, c'mon now make my day
Cos I'm out of cheeks to turn the other way.
Ask yourself just how lucky do you feel?

Somehow I've been blindsided by my own
Kindhearted notion of just who we are.
No doubt we'd have collided anyway
With me indicted and you raising alarm.
First round I'll take my bows into my corner,
Take my vows, regroup and run back again.
Bloodhound and of no better pedigree
Than what you see so you could not offend.

Did I act like a fool cos I didn't know what to do
When you gave me just a little bit more than I bargained for,
A little too much in my hands when my hands are tied.

It's the ultimate fling to go frolicking,
Licking the muck from the soles of the boots of your pride.
Every time you lied…

Gimme a reason, c'mon now make my day
Cos I'm out of cheeks to turn the other way.
Ask yourself just how lucky do you feel?

Gimme a reason, c'mon now make my day,
Spoken my pleas now someone's gotta pay.
Ask yourself just how lucky do you feel?

Can you gimme a reason, movin into grey,
Something I can hold on at the end of the day
Cos I can't move on till I know what's the deal.