Songtexte:
Get Up Kids Something To Write Home About

every word you wrote down, we read it over to know... would tehy believe is us now? ther's no shame like no sound from souces hits colse to home everything

What became of everyone i used to know? where did our respectable convictions go? your words dont' match teh story that your actions show, but what do

of me sometimes i can think to recite words that i read and rewrite my pens paint people that i've proven wrong, but we move on get a job where i can

you're the one for, you're the one for me i trusted misleading promises worth repeating how could you do this to me? red letter day that i learn i'm sure you get

back your tolerance wrong your good intentions count for little anymore if you're sorry why wage war? i'm not fully convinced that there's something wrong

Come tomorrow. I'll be on my way back home. In the morning, call from a roadside telephone. One night, doesn't mean the rest of my life. If I go

to make some hot shit Oh what a job this is Another all nighter tryin' to get it done Barely make it home with the morning sun Baby mother thinking that

t forgot, there was a time when yo ass would get mine To this head claimin freestyle king, write a song I ain't tryin to hear you rhyme about the crowd

ll invest three fourths of it all For what? So your kids, kids, kids can have some cheese Can't get with it? Get get get get get on your knees Cause wealth