Destruction Made Simple
Destruction Made Simple
No such thing as best friends
The concrete non-ending
The will is believing eight hours a day
Trying to make ten easy schillings the day is so long
My life is so short
Eight hours a day where do you go?
How did we get here who would have known....
You gotta work to make a living
and the thieves of the world keep on stealing
you gotta work to make a living
and the record in my head keeps on spinning
all they will say is all in due time
i pray for the sign and hope it is simple
A thunder that rolls I stand here alone
I stand here alone in kansas rain!!!
Ten hour drive please stay alive
Where do we go? How should I know?
From Letras Mania