Текст песни Ring - Big Soda

Sitting on the floor of your room
Isn't that what life's all about
The hope had left around noon
All the vice ran out

Waiting for some intervention
Oh, how the angels prepare to sing
Waiting for the telephone, telephone to ring

You're as still as a stone
The sword will not be removed
Time is a dagger in your bones
And you just say et tu brute

Prayin' for a handful of silver
Oh, how god has forsaken the king
Waiting for the telephone, telephone to ring

All I ever do is make records
But at least I made something
Waiting for the telephone, telephone to ring