paroles de chanson The Earth - Scott Richards

I really wanna find the people in my car
It's gonna be hard because I don't know who they are
Vandalism, indecision, fool around
It's nothing serious, just my head hurts in the ground

And we're all just rimming
The giant arse of the Earth

I think it's funny how you say your time is wearing thin
So is my patience but that is just my sin

And we're all just rimming
The giant arse of
This pathetic cast-away blue eye in space
That I would pay to leave

Leave

I leave you here
I know You hear
I have demands
And if I could I'd
Think that you truly enjoy my presence
But now I can see I'm dreaming
Dreaming

Dreaming
Dreaming