I Feel Sad For The Happiness Boys

I left the mag at the truck stop
Thinking about you since pag. 4
Reverse on the highway
Crashed the car on the guardrail
Even the infamous have hope
Choke for coke, drop for smoke
And they're waiting on the river bank
And she's waiting on the river bank
Can't stop this drive. What are we doing?
What we do best, What we do worst
They wrote our names on pag. 4
All over the walls
Where we crush our heads
We feel powerful, babe
We don't even command ourselves
The city will have us both killed
The city will have us skilled
They're just a product
We're no spectators anymore
We ran out of gasoline
You fucked me up for a magazine
Can't stop this drive. What are we doing?
What we do best, what we do worst
They wrote our names on pag. 4
All over the walls
Where we crush our heads
They are behind us
They try to lock us up
No one is behind us
Riding in the night with one eye
They are behind us
They try to lock us up
No one is behind us riding in the night
Can't stop this drive. What are we doing?
What we do best, what we do worst
They wrote our names on pag. 4
All over the walls
Where we crush our heads



Credits
Writer(s): Marco Catacchio
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