Why do we need this
Who was it that said
That great things come to men
That fucker lied to us
There's nothing here but a wasteland
But I can still see
(still see) the graves
(the graves) of the dead
(the dead)
But it's useless
Most of us would rather sit
(than see) than see
(this wound) this wound
(that we) that we have created
Let's not last the night
Let's not last the night
I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy
I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy
Senseless and I'm not sure why
I'm not going to pretend
That I know all the answers
Or all of this questions
I'ts got to be good for something
So we'll chalk this up
(and mount) and mount
(the dead) the dead
On fireplace
(above) above
(above) above
(above)
Our guilted heads
Our guilted heads
I'm sick and im tired of always being the good guy
I'm sick and im tired of always being the good guy
Like sitting in the back seat
It's all the rage
And boring me with your body
It's all the rage
How many times can I say I'm sorry
It's all the rage
And really mean it
(4x)
Like sitting in the back seat
It's all the rage
And boring me with your body
It's all the rage
How many times can I say I'm sorry
It's all the rage
And really mean it
(5x)
Go
Why do we need this
Who was it that said
That great things come to men
That fucker lied to us
There's nothing here but a wasteland
There's nothing here
Writer(s): Darran Smith, Gareth Davies, Ryan Richards, Matthew Davies, Kris Roberts
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