letra de jobs - slaughter beach, dog
my friends don’t need jobs
’cause they all sell drugs
and spend their fridays
setting fire with their college degrees
and i think to some degree
they are more practical than me
my friends don’t need god
’cause they all feel loved
and spend their sundays sleeping in
and getting high in the street
and i think a greater meeting
could be right beneath their noses
oh moses, jesus, annie full of grace
you know i’ve been trying hard here
but i just can’t hold the weight
of all this searching in circles
i’m trying to find my place
the empty head feels heavier everyday
when andy broke last fall
we all just shrugged
there ‘ain’t no purpose fighting holy wars
for something you’re not
and i think we’re better off believing in ourselves
but that’s me
a year ago today
i was 10 bucks short
of a four quarter solution
resolution
unavoided but learned to spoil it
don’t know how i can make me proud again
i don’t know how i can make me proud again
teach me how i can make me proud again
letras aleatórias
- letra de dissected grace - jute gyte
- letra de massari - rapido
- letra de it fills you up - colin james
- letra de reno - lil nuh
- letra de hate/like - zornik
- letra de yer spring - hey rosetta!
- letra de kiss of death - black 'n blue
- letra de l’azur - clarika
- letra de safe bang - safe gang
- letra de onzin - bram vermeulen