Zig Zag
This mother's den is running opened
Where I get judgement from a laughing shill
This author's pen is breaking upwards
No way to play it like I don't want you
The situation calls for earnest
But I imagine it'd be complex
In little time when I fault patience
From the corners where you don't expect
Throw it away in the night I forfeit fate
Then let him promise that he may as well have it
You'll get the nation to come back out
The kind of shame I'm taught to bear
Where I get judgement from a laughing shill
This author's pen is breaking upwards
No way to play it like I don't want you
The situation calls for earnest
But I imagine it'd be complex
In little time when I fault patience
From the corners where you don't expect
Throw it away in the night I forfeit fate
Then let him promise that he may as well have it
You'll get the nation to come back out
The kind of shame I'm taught to bear
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Toher
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.