paroles de chanson Quicksand - Jerry Paper

Here to meet the soft deadline
You tell yourself stories all the time, on and on
Don't have to cry for the decline
But listen to me

You're laughing at my troubles, yeah

Quicksand moving
It's moving fast, fast, fast
Take a big burlap sack
And fill it with your crap
Now burn it all
Yeah, burn it all
Take a big burlap sack
And fill it with your crap
Now burn it all
Yeah, burn it all

Are you sure you trust that hypnotist?
He just tells you what you want to hear, my dear
Where will you be
When the locusts come?

You're laughing at my stumbles, yeah

Quicksand moving
It's moving fast, fast, fast
Take a big burlap sack
And fill it with your crap
Now burn it all
Yeah, burn it all
Take a big burlap sack
And fill it with your crap
Now burn it all
Yeah, burn it all