Testi:
Fake Problems

If you can't take it anymore I will gladly fill your place In the backrooms, in the bathrooms I am still so out of place I am shakin' in my shoes And

We're finely dressed young gentlemen, with handles attached to our coat-tails. But where did you get the idea that you're welcome in our wake? What

Five, six, seven, eight God is good but I am great I am delusional, I am rock and roll And you're not gonna take it from me, no Ain't there something

Take a picture I won't last much longer I am turning into dust Or I am melting into the Fresh wet concrete. And when I reach the pearly gates of hell

Hey alligator won't you swallow me hole? Bite down on my leg put me in your death roll You're going to love the way I taste Now everybody doing their

The time is here the time is right, I think I may, I know I might depart tomorrow morning on an airplane to success. I can tell you're unimpressed by

Late last night I woke up to the sound of demons in my head They must have risen up from hell and hid underneath my bed As soon as I laid myself to rest

It was funny at first but now it's, getting old the way you seem to reappear, when I start moving on Well I heard you were at some parties, getting high

There is still hope for us. There is no reason to be afraid. This could be the grand finale. This could be my big escape. I had it all figured out then