Текст песни Negative Thinkers - Demo - Bella Socio

It all seems to be pointless when
I am wiping the grease
And the worst thing about it is
That it probably is

It's like my melancholia
Has been writing for me
If one day I'll be someone
Will I just sing about the Ritz?

They can call me a doomster
They can just say what they want
But for negative thinkers, hey
It is rare to be wrong

Happy mornings are scary, boy
You can savour the void
Shave your beard, put your hat on
Brush, dustpan, bucket and mop

I'm recording an album, you know
This one will be the third
Needs a couple of tweaks, yes, I know
You just don't give a shit