Oh, I've known lonely. A faker in a room of phonies. Sharp dressed pigs, jet black behind the eyes. They wet down my wings, I can't stay dry. Oh, I've
Oh, I've known lonely. A faker in a room of phonies. Sharp dressed pigs, jet black behind the eyes. They wet down my wings, I can't stay dry. Oh, I'
to hell and all I got is this lousy t-shirt. I preach to the converted and flip burgers for a living. kill kill kill, no more battling for me,
