Testi:
Colin Of Arabia

Silver spoon is all bent up All my life I've been all fucked up I hate this place I've been here before I remember hitting the bottom on the bathroom

Sucking wounds into my chest Hometown hero I done my best Here on the battleground Salvation's hard found I don't see any tunnel of life All I see

Hold this beast at bay walk the walk all day feel the pressure from beneath man i'm so fucked up i think i've had e-fucking-nough my mind is so

Everyday I walk the same way home Every walk so fucking alone Everything I fucking do is shit Everyfuckingthing I do I quit! I fuck it up no matter

If all the things I loved and lost I miss you most. When I stare in the mirror, I feel your ghost. On the worst of days in subtle ways I feel ashamed

Terrified of the died, steady loss of friends Rising star going far, doomed to an early end I got nothing, we got nothing, we all have nothing, fucking

Open old wounds pour salt in it someone somewhere gives a shit the price i pay for sweet romance like i ever had a chance love somebody set them

9 to 5, daily grind no double time for overtime i have to save every dime christ sakes i steal to eat sometimes i'm still stuck inside this dump

Don't put gas in our van. Outcast Rouges, out here on the tolls. Miles from home broke broken down in the snow on the side of the road cast away