Big Scary
Hamilton
It's the time of the year when the morning keeps you underthe sheetsIt's the time of the year when the darkness is falling witha fakeIn a moment we will all be just a bright sparkForgetting all our memories in place for an endless darkAnd I can't believe you think moneyWill save yourself from all that's coming your wayIf the coffee gets cold put it in a hole and call out mynamePush the people aside, mishear and let the maker take theblameOh these cardboard, mystical, heaven-held sources of goldForeign mister calls my name hear it back on the radioAnd I can't believe you think moneyWill save yourself from all that's comingThe future won't remember kindlyYour kids will hate you, your wives will leave you this way
From Letras Mania