Текст песни Our Song - Chinaski

We sought the grandeur of an orchestra
We dreamt of thunder-echoing applause
A wanton disregard
Misjudgment of how far
We sold out along the way
We played the martyr upon artistry
Demanded tribute from the peasantry
Melodic amputee
An ignorant decree
Yeah, we sold out along the way
On the way
It's our song
Tuesday, so long
It's our song
Tuesday, so long
We laid the groundwork for sincerity
With desperate pleas of credibility
A shameless lack of self
Abandoned on the shelf
Yeah, we sold out along the way
On the way
It's our song
Tuesday, so long
It's our song
Tuesday, so long
I don't wanna struggle my whole life
I don't wanna roll the dice
I don't wanna pay the price
I don't wanna go unrecognized
Or cut down to size
I don't wanna be denied
Implied consent from a higher power
Handed down from upon the tower
An operatic climb
A total waste of time
Yeah, we sold out along the way
On the way
It's our song
Tuesday, so long
It's our song
Tuesday, so long