paroles de chanson Pass It Along - American Fangs

Hot afternoon.
Not enough room.
Only enough room in here to stand up.
Open a door, Open windows, Won't you let in some of that stormy weather.
Because everyone is bopping and talking about all the brightness that you have in bloom.
Yet on your pretty face you've got a mountain of complaints.
I'm thinking lately, Maybe, You should give it up.

Finally, Pass it along to me, If you don't want it.

So slow to move. So quick to to choose.
"X" marks the spot of your envy.
Open your soul. Drinking up wine.
Drink enough till you can't stand up.
That's when everyone starts clapping and passing the rounds.
You're taking shots when they weren't for you.
Yet on your silly face you've got no mountain of thanks.
I'm thinking lately, Baby, You should give it up.

Finally, Pass it along to me, If you don't want it.

I pinch myself just to make sure I'm here.
The days to nights, and the nights become years.
Truest of times boy they don't even lie.
The paper stacks and it burns just as bright.
We put in long, only fools are lucky.
Looking back, Oh I'd lose it all again.
When we get there to the cross that don't end.
I'll tell you brother it's trouble, If you're riding jump.

Right on in!
Pass it along to me. If you don't want.
It, Pass it along to me, If you don't want.
It, Pass it along to me, If you don't want.
It, Pass it along, Pass it along, Pass it along to me.