Текст песни Things - The Playmore

The things I like are here, it ain't easy to get rid of 'em, i'm clean and sober as a tramp, I guess
Oh yes, there's nothing I respect, it is a fact, I'll never put those things right

A simple role
Consumption and pleasure
Our weight in gold
Despite the diamonds' glow

I bet, there's nothing I respect
Uh, I want this thing, i want that thing, i wanna have you on my couch
It keeps me spin, it keeps me drill
You know i like, I like it and I feel like shit...

The things are
Mine, i want it all, i want it all
I know that it's not fair, i don't care, i got got got got 'till I drown
Down a pool full of clouds, just like big bank accounts
Do you understand the things will fill your life?

I'm down, i'm high, i make you mine, I wash your mind until you're right
Believe, tv, you greed, showbiz
Cause every time I blow i feel like dancing on a boogie woogie