letra de last at the table - ellis paul
preacher won’t you preach to me,
i need a pint of philosophy.
i’m hurt and thirsty, set me on my way.
mondays come and mondays go,
but this one seems to be sort of slow.
can you tell me sir, when will there come a change?
i’m the one who’s last at the table,
i’m the one who never gets the gold.
you’re the one who says i’m able,
but you turn your words with lies and fables…
mothers won’t you cry for me,
i’ll sell your tears for a token fee
on a street corner where drunk patrons stand laughing.
and they’ll stop, they’ll stare at me,
scratch at their heads, “how can this be?”
i’ll say, “i was born like you, —
” then i’ll startin dancin’…
h-llo, mr. bureaucrat.
you pick who’s thin — you pick who’s fat.
now what makes you so fit for the shoes you walk in?
in an office sp-ce you get a taste
for paper money and paper waste.
now who gets what depends on who is talking…
letras aleatórias
- letra de puppyplay! - mailpup
- letra de prečo 3 - rytmus & p.a.t.
- letra de telephone - apocalyptic dogs
- letra de evil eye - the empty threats
- letra de fantasy - lil mice
- letra de eastern spirits - gyze
- letra de sliding & providing - cel nolackin
- letra de tro tàn (reprised) - bluemore
- letra de i see you - roniit
- letra de serei a (pininga remix) - linn da quebrada