Letras
AT THE MARGINS
Life’s not lived at the margins
It’s in the line that are in between
It’s where all the little hells
And trials and travails
Burn with a low intensity
Fuck Charles Bukowski
He was riotous and mean
Life that’s lived as performance art
Is not a life I want to lead
CHORUS
Never look back, never look back, never look back
Never look back, never look back, never look back, you’re right where you need to be
A life lived at the margins
By choice and not necessity
Is an indulgent freak show
And people stoop so low just for popularity
Look at all the brave people
Living lives of mundanity
Full of people who care
And fully aware of their responsibilities
CHORUS