rampant band - 01 - bad news | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• rampant band
• 01 - bad news

I’m killing time
While my drama’s come to the end
Smell of tobacco is chasing me again
Like a guide not knowing where to go
Slipping out of troubles, carte-blanche for anything –
What a fine position!

[-Dreams, dreams, what’s feeding them? -]
Right now, we’re up to one more conquest
Excited by some pleasant views
And scared to face what lies upon us
With no thoughts of bad news

I’ve opened my eyes
But I wish I never woke up
Two hundred people are aching for the cup
If I could turn back last twenty days
I’d live through all those troubles once more –
What a fine position!

[-That’s not a big mistake -]
We all are playing honest people
But honest cannot be confused
When someone near is telling riddles
Looking like some bad news

No more laughing, no more tricking with a hat
It’s too late to be sorry ‘bout all that
So I’m killing time while my nightmares never end
Telling stories, walking two strange ways at once –
The finest fucking position!

[-Dubbing ain’t a good reprise! -]
If you embrace the infinity
Then it’s a question – who is used
And then we say that it’s a pity
But you’ve got your bad news

rampant band еще тексты