It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a Typical story where the bassist kills the singer, the guitarist and the drummer find they're in love with each other It's the story of the kid who clearly won't know what to say when the love of his life starts to calmly walk away And it's a story of the dad who decides to chase his dream; he quits his job, he falls apart, then he loses everything And it's the story of the kid who just wants to make a record, loves and crafts it but nobody ever, ever cares about it Woah Hey, hey what's your name Talk is for the guys you hate We should sit in silence while we think of what to say Hey, hey I don't think this is working out Will you forget I even asked you to come over to my house And hey, hey I don't think I know much but I know I couldn't take a good punch So if you feel like I've been talking enough Just tell me to shut up and I will gladly shut the fuck up
I'm afraid of everything staying the same or worsening So what's the point of finding calm when calm to me is unsettling Settle down, little kid, your bones are shaking in your skin Go and try and take a breath, though nothing more, nothing less
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a Typical story of the king who had it all except for citizens who didn't want his head up on a wall It's the typical story of the wife who couldn't quit being in love with such a giant piece of shit It's the story of the queen who could never, ever think of any redeeming qualities a man could ever bring It's the story of the dog who wanted to run away 'til he learned that his life is way safer inside a cage
I don't really need much just a place to be alone and you won't really see much I think that I'm invisible; my mirror shows another guy - a guy who doesn't do shit, he just sits and is miserable Everybody's got a live a life that they didn't ask for Why would he put me here just to die, just to, just to die!
Hey, hey what's your name, talk is for the guys you hate We should sit in silence while we think of what to say Hey, hey I don't think this is working out Will you forget I even asked you to come over to my house And hey, hey I don't think I know much but I know I couldn't take a good punch So if you feel like I've been talking enough Just tell me to shut up. and I will gladly shut the fuck up
Everybody's got a live a life that they didn't ask for Why would he put me here just to die, just to, just to die!
Hey, hey what's your name, talk is for the guys you hate We should sit in silence while we think of what to say Hey, hey I don't think this is working out Will you forget I even asked you to come over to my house And hey, hey I don't think I know much but I know I couldn't take a good punch So if you feel like I've been talking enough Just tell me to shut up. and I will gladly shut the fuck up
Compositores: Jason Gregory Evigan (Jason Evigan), Frank Jorge Jr Lopes (Hobo Johnson) ECAD: Obra #22709701