Текст песни Casino - The Flips

I had my head torn up to pieces
You never seemed to care
You had this wish so sworn to secret
Inviting me to swear
And you thought my race was thrown aside
You can always count on me
To find the bright side of defeated
Now I'm begging you to breathe
I got my hands so slowly, slowly around your head
And you got this thing so surely, surely you must be dead
We had this wish this list define you
You never had a ball
And now this your masochist will find you
You almost had it all
Now this gift this waste of space defies you
Like a wretched wistful eye
And this case you've made to save will cite you
Like a sinner serves a side
I got my hands so slowly, slowly around your head
And you got this thing so surely, surely you must be dead
They let this hasted fate receive you
Thinking we were odd
And you let your wasted faith deceive you
Wishing they were God
I got my hands so slowly, slowly around your head
And you got this thing so surely, surely you must be dead