Why do we need this? Who was it that said 'The great things come to great men' Well, that fucker lied to us Well, there's nothing here but a wasteland But I can still see the graves of the dead But it's useless Most of us would rather sit Than see this wound that we have created Well, let's not last the night Well, let's not last the night I'm sick and I'm tired Of always being the good guy I'm sick and I'm tired Of always being the good guy Well, senseless, I'm not sure why I'm not going to pretend that I know all the answers Or all of the questions It's got to be good for something So we'll chalk this out And we'll mount the dead on the fireplace Above right above our guilded heads On our guilded heads I'm sick and I'm tired Of always being the good guy I'm sick and I'm tired Of always being the good guy Like sitting in the back seat, it's all the rage And boring me with your body, it's all the rage How many times can I say I'm sorry, it's all the rage You really mean it, you really mean it You really mean it, you really mean it Like sitting in the back seat, it's all the rage And boring me with your body, it's all the rage And how many times can I say I'm sorry, it's all the rage You really mean it, you really mean it, you really mean it You really mean it, you really mean it Why do we need this? Who was it that said 'The great things come to great men' Well, that fucker lied to us Well, there's nothing here but a wasteland There's nothing here © NOTTING HILL MUSIC INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com