Falcon, The
Little Triggers
Ain't nothing worth watching on the TV today
I can't stand working and there ain't no fucking shade
Prayer is for weaklings, I'm banking on luck
This city, my looks and not giving a fuck
It's seems these days we're all sinking fast
These days turned to weeks, now we're too weak to last
Little triggers, how do you do?
I've been waiting, waiting for you
You look around, the sky is dead brown
The remnants of the work week are scattered around
Letras de cancionesI hear it's raining on the outside
These veins are burning this gasoline tonight
Remember the hippies?
Well that's us these days
Hang another flag on this watery grave
It all went down and it's still going down
Yeah, it's all going down
From Letras Mania