Tastydactyls (The)
Knuckles
It looks like it's going to rain,so I grab my coat,and start again,down the busy street,with the hustle and bustle,like I'm losing game,with bloody knuckles.I cowardly disguise myself in the mirror,Thinking things through, they become much clearer,I can not change,The way that I am,So I've entered myself in a 12-set program.Comfort is what,we were all seeking,and by doing so,our secrets are leaking,and inside my headare where they belongas a constant reminderof what I've done wrong.
From Letras Mania