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lyrics
They gnaw away your brain but keep your face surface gold
And expect the course to keep its run
When they understand how they built Rome
Can't come to terms to smile through rain
Why can't I let sadness take its place?
Cause you need to speak to sadness sometimes
Instead of picking up the petals your loved one's made
I was a thousand bottles screwed on the shelf
Dying to be opened to relieve myself
I was nobody's drink
Didn't see how I felt
I was staring at life in the face itself
And how they built Rome
And how they
How much comfort can fortune bring if money can't make a dead man sing?
So give, give, give, give, give it the king
You'll live by greed so you'll never see to feel, where the air is real
So give, give, give, give, give it them now
And then your heavy head won't fit the crown
A worn racehorse's odds are nothing of two to one
They'll bleed the fun 'til their God no longer appeals to them
Do you wanna front the papers?
Do you wanna be famous?
And they'll remain nameless when my shortcomings are framed as another working-class-jumped-up failure
They'll see a young kid go south
Blame the genius of words on the rocks and brown
Fingers scrape through my gums so they hear it all
Tell stories of me like they've seen it all
But not yet
How much comfort can fortune bring if money can't make a dead man sing?
So give, give, give, give, give it the king
You'll live by greed so you'll never see to feel, where the air is real
So give, give, give, give, give it them now
And then your heavy head won't fit the crown
I never, never, never wanna feel like this again
Let these lizards leech off my innocence
I never, never, never wanna feel like this again
Let these lizards leech off my innocence
I never, never, never wanna feel like this again
Let these lizards leech off my innocence
I never, never, never wanna feel like this again
How much comfort can fortune bring if money can't make a dead man sing?
So give, give, give, give, give it the king
You'll live by greed so you'll never see to feel, where the air is real
So give, give, give, give, give it them now
And then your heavy head won't fit the crown
Now
The four Black Country toerag’s have earned their stripes in representing their roots. Established in 2019, Garran Hickman,
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