The Sainte Catherines - No Pads, No Helmets...just a Bunch of Dicks. текст песни

Текст песни No Pads, No Helmets...just a Bunch of Dicks. - The Sainte Catherines



A time bomb imploding,
To this day we're still friends. (we're still friends!)
A dark sky, we still learn something:
Back to zeroagain. (zero again!)
Ghosts from the past, they're still haunting,
They're invisible, I can't kill them.
Inside jokes that we still care about.
Inspiration, motivation.
Ghosts from the past, they're still haunting,
They're invisible, I can't kill them.
Inside jokes that we still care about.
Inspiration, where's the pay-back?
Pointing out shit that we see everyday,
But when's the time to be happy? (to be happy!)
Tell them to quit their jobs.
There's no fun in working for someone (working for someone!)
Talk to me again about old friends.
Was it fun today? Was it fun today? Facing a locked door.
I lost the key a long, long time ago.
Talk to me again about old friends.
Was it fun today? Was it fun today? Facing a locked door.
I lost the key a long, long time ago.
Driving northeast for forced ideas.
Clapping hands for empty stomachs.
Fuck off! Can you tell me who really cares?
A simple plan is still a shitty plan.
Fuck off.
Ghosts from the past, they're still haunting,
They're invisible, I can't kill them.
Inside jokes that we still care about.
Inspiration, where's the pay-back?
Talk to me again about old friends.
Was it fun today? Was it fun today? Facing a locked door.
I lost the key a long, long time ago.
Driving northeast for forced ideas.
Clapping hands for empty stomachs.
Fuck off! Can you tell me who really cares?
A simple plan is still a shitty band.



Авторы: Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Frederic Samuel Jacques, Hugo Mudie


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дата релиза
03-04-2007




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