These Days
Drop Out
Shut your mouth, watch your back Cross my path, I'll make you suffer Can't take this anymore Time to push you out the door I see it in your eyes Hide behind your disguise, find your niche and follow blind If treason's a crime we'll hang 'em high I've seen 'em go so many times And I just can't wait for your turn Your fucking opinion's not my concern I don't care Everybody wants to talk about the real shit But not everybody's being real with themselves So before you go on I suggest you quit Because heart ain't nothing you can't buy or sell
From Letras Mania