If you wouldn't tell Stalin then don't tell anyone You're sick of fighting, I thought we'd already won When I wanted to move out of this shitty ugly town There was only music that kept my feet on the ground What are they fighting for? For freedom or for oil? I lost touch and I got bored Too much lying and too much blood If you wouldn't tell George Bush, don't tell anyone You're sick of fighting, I thought we'd already won I wanted to move out of this shitty ugly town There was only music that kept my feet on the ground I still miss the hand that feeds But it's all good, I feel the beat The ring of fire, the honesty I hear your voice and I still breathe If you wouldn't tell your husband then don't tell anyone You're sick of fucking, I thought he already knew You wanted to move out of this shitty ugly house There was only music that kept your feet on the ground He left you here crying Sold everything for pills But I realize I was not The center of everything we got There's no goal, there's no purpose But happiness for those who wait Just play me an old record What goes around will come back someday There's no goal, there's no purpose But happiness for those who wait Just play me an old record What goes around will come back today Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com