paroles de chanson

I'm not sure what's worse

The waiting or the waiting room

"You're next, sir", becomes a cruel taunt to you

Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant

Your god is a two-door elevator!

Do they even cure you (cut me open, drug me)

Or is it just to humor us before we die? (Repair all my defects)

If only we could heal ourselves

We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines

Whoa, whoa-whoa

Let's redefine! Let's redefine!

What it means to heal

Do they even cure you (cut me open, drug me)

Or is it just to humor us before we die? (Repair all my defects)

If only we could heal ourselves

We wouldn't need to be hooked up to these machines

Whoa, whoa-whoa

Writer(s): Dallas Green, Wade Macneil, Chris Steele, Jesse Ingelevics, George Pettit

Album Live at Copps

date de sortie

12-02-2016

1 Young Cardinals
2 Boiled Frogs
3 Heading for the Sun
4 .44 Calibre Love Letter
5 Drunks, Lovers, Sinners and Saints
6 No Transitory
7 Crisis
8 Rough Hands
9 Charlie Sheen vs. Henry Rollins
10 Born and Raised
11 Waterwings (And Other Pool Side Fashion Faux Pas)
12 You Burn First
13 We Are the Sound
14 Keep It On Wax
15 Accept Crime
16 Mailbox Arson
17 Get Fighted
18 Old Crows
19 The Northen
20 Dog's Blood
21 Accidents
22 Pulmonary Archery
23 This Could Be Anywhere In the World
24 Happiness By The Kilowatt

Charger plus...