paroles de chanson Good Boy - Demo - Bella Socio

I'm drained
I've got bags under my eyes
Coal-black
Darker than the coals I take to Newcastle
It's all gold
When it comes from your mind
We're so great at puns and casting pearls before swine
It's fine
Golden past
The theme of all chats
We look like we're in our teens but smell like an old fart
It's unknown
What we're heading towards
Thrown the last of my darts
I might as well just go bald

I wish I could be just like you
I wish I could

Behind the source of that blinding false cure
You can hear the laughter
Someone screams with laughter
Haven of rest
Toast your forebears and bathe in that sweet warm spotlight
In that venerable lustre

I'm drained
I've got scabs all over my arms
Deep fry
Once bitten twice shy
Bob is your uncle
All-time low
Look at how bright they glow
With their beak in the blow and their disheartening talk
Alright, alright, alright
No offence, don't get me wrong
Give up all that nonsense, mate, and just spare yourself the bother, yeah

Good boy, good boy, good boy, good boy, good boy well done,

Permanent job
Orderly and groomed
Never alone
Go on the booze
Knock up a dog
Fantasy football
Sip at your luco
Lots of charisma
Men for all seasons

I wish I could be just like you
I wish I could
I wish I could

I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish

Behind the source of that blinding false cure
You can hear the laughter
Someone screams with laughter
Haven of rest
Toast your forebears and bathe in that sweet warm spotlight
In that venerable lustre