Northwestern Stomp
Six days a week, most of the day
Work like a bitch, slavery way
Sleep early do, wake early too
No, nothing new, destruction brew
Cuz sometimes the time comes
Put aside all that's boring
Your precaution included
Forget what is wrong, right
Be there for what just might
That's when you enter the night
Alcohol drowned our feelings
Livestock, actual way of living
You only live once
That phrase tastes like
Hangover on Sunday
Dead every single day
Next week means all the same, again
My body's weak, can't hold my booze
The answer's on weed, nothing to lose
'Till I want more, seek what I must
Afraid of needles, I sink my nose in Dust
Cuz sometimes the time comes
Put aside all that's boring
Your precaution included
Forget what is wrong, right
Be there for what just might
That's when you enter the night
Alcohol drowned our feelings
Livestock, actual way of living
You only live only once
That phrase tastes like
Hangover on Sunday
Dead every single day
Don't know what else to say
Next week means all the same, again
Keep it on, you'll end up dead
Why? Won't you?
"You took the wrong way"
It's what she said
Work like a bitch, slavery way
Sleep early do, wake early too
No, nothing new, destruction brew
Cuz sometimes the time comes
Put aside all that's boring
Your precaution included
Forget what is wrong, right
Be there for what just might
That's when you enter the night
Alcohol drowned our feelings
Livestock, actual way of living
You only live once
That phrase tastes like
Hangover on Sunday
Dead every single day
Next week means all the same, again
My body's weak, can't hold my booze
The answer's on weed, nothing to lose
'Till I want more, seek what I must
Afraid of needles, I sink my nose in Dust
Cuz sometimes the time comes
Put aside all that's boring
Your precaution included
Forget what is wrong, right
Be there for what just might
That's when you enter the night
Alcohol drowned our feelings
Livestock, actual way of living
You only live only once
That phrase tastes like
Hangover on Sunday
Dead every single day
Don't know what else to say
Next week means all the same, again
Keep it on, you'll end up dead
Why? Won't you?
"You took the wrong way"
It's what she said
Credits
Writer(s): Eduardo Do Amarante Buss, Joao Antonello Cargnelutti, Felipe Halfen Noll, Mateus Atkinson Prestes
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