paroles de chanson All the Rage (Live) - Funeral for a Friend

You wanna know who we are?
So let's have some fucking fun

Why do we need this?
'Cause who was it that said
That great things come to great men?
Well, that fucker lied to us
Well, there's nothing here but a wasteland

But I can still see the graves of the dead
But it's useless
Most of us would rather sit
Than see this wound that we have created

Well, let's not last the night
Well, let's not last the night

No
I'm sick and I'm tired
Of always being the good guy
Well, I'm sick, and so (tired)
Of always being the good guy

Well, senseless, I'm not sure why
'Cause I am not going to pretend
That I know all the answers
Or all of the questions
It's got to be good for something

So we'll talk this out
And we'll mount the dead on the fireplace
Right above, right above our guilded fucking head
On our guilded heads

I'm sick and I'm tired
Of always being the good guy
Well, I'm sick and I'm tired
Of always being the good guy

Like sitting in the back seat (it's all the rage)
And boring me with your body (it's all the rage)
How many times can I say I'm sorry? (It's all the rage)
You really mean it
You really mean it

Like sitting in the back seat (it's all the rage)
And boring me with your body (it's all the rage)
And how many times can I say I'm sorry?
You really mean it
You really mean it
You really fucking mean it
One, two, three, go

Why do we need this?
'Cause who was it that said
That great things come to great men?
Well, that fucker lied to us
Well, there's nothing here but a wasteland
There's nothing