never wanted to work inside a shop as a clerk Or build my pension plan by being a company man, I want to be in a band We've got a penchant for fun
Übersetzung: Matthew Good Band. Eine bessere Schmerztherapie.
Übersetzung: Pain. In A Band.
out of that door I act a fool to let you back in (??) You're not the only one makin' plans Before I get burned you need to understand There'll be some pain
will I'm gonna fuck a girl who doesn't take the pill Maybe she'll have a little boy, or maybe a little girl I really don't give a fuck, 'cause I'll be
ain't have a choice but to roll on We found a family spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we can
Dawgs Ain't Have A Choice But To Roll On We Found A Family Spot To Kick It Where We Can Drink Liquor And No One Bickers Over Trick Shit A Spot Where
I was a happy idiot I didn't know what pain meant thanks for showing me the deal I hurt so bad that I can't feel I was a happy idiot now I'm in a world
hung Out like a wet rag Forgive you why You hung me out to dry Maybe I'm crazy But laughing out loud Makes the pain pass by And maybe you're a
gotta keep your own head up and keep on tryin' And if you feel the urge to raise your hand You can start a revolution or start a band You better
: He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy, His voice was low with pain. "I'll do your bidding, comrade mine, If I ride back again. But if you ride back and
a punk and pretend I reload buck a little more flee the scene 'fore the po-po even know what you lookin for They don't know a motherfucker with a leatherface
in a ally Reappear-pear, off in Cali Can you feel me, daddy? Proudly handle stuff like a man And went through shit in Cleveland With the band Now look
to say goodbye Bobby Jean Now you hung with me when all the others turned away turned up their nose We liked the same music we liked the same bands we
know what from Well they shot you point blank you been shot in the back Baby point blank you been fooled this time little girl that's a fact Right between
I could find someone to follow who knows my pain and feels the weight The uncertainty of my tomorrow, the guilt and pain of yesterday There is hope for every man A
I gotta break these chains. - Take these reins! Ignore these pains; no pain, no gain! I gotta hard move like like a muscle car Get ahead of the pack. - Hit like a
sick of this pain in my head. And I'm scared I'm being pushed - being pushed again. It's getting more than I can take, it's like a band tightening around
