I gotta message but I can't find the words to say I should have a plan but I lost it along the way Too many chiefs and not enough Indians Somebody said, "Oh no, not him again" I should of known, it was going to be of those days This one's going nowhere This one's flying high Feel like going out there One more time Some people make champagne out of water Some people just never have enough For some people, it just keeps getting harder Who're you going to trust? A man built a cave And he filled it with machines Now we've got a neon moon And we don't know what it means Too many folks just a hangin' around Don't know their ass from a hole in the ground I should've known It was going to be one of those scenes This one's going nowhere This one's flying high Feel like going out there One more time Some people make champagne out of water Some people have fallen to their knees For some people, it just keeps getting harder Who're you trying to please? Sit and watch while the candle's burning Some people, they never learn Sit and watch while the city's burning Some people, they never learn © BOB'S YOUR UNCLE MUSIC; EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com