Letras
Well I remember when I was just a baby
When somebody told me everything was all right
Was my mother right before she drove my crazy
Chewing on her lips like a witch cooking suicide
I'm so sick of hearing, "things are gonna work out"
Well I'm so sick of hearing, "things are gonna be alright"
In the kitchen there's a cuban with a pistol
He's got an itchy trigger finger sticking in your side
Holds you tight and at this range he ain't gonna miss you
And no one else will girl 'cause you're already dead inside
Ain't you sick of hearing, "things are gonna work out"?
Well ain't' you sick of hearing, "things are gonna be alright"?
Well somebody lied (somebody lied)
Somebody lied (somebody lied)
Somebody lied (somebody lied)
Somebody lied (somebody lied)
Well everybody talks a lot of pretty stories
But when they talk you know they don't even
Look you in the eye
And everybody's got a crystal ball to look into tomorrow
But we all know that tomorrow's just a lie
Your lying naked on the bathroom floor now
Another day and you don't bother keeping score now
He's getting vicious as he's walking through the door now
And don't you know you're running out of time?
Ain't you sick of hearing, "things are gonna work out"?
Well ain't' you sick of hearing, "things are gonna be alright"?
They all said that everything was gonna change now
They told you, "all good things would come to people in good time"
What's the different when you're living like you are now
Suck a stranger's dick just trying to make some money to survive
Everybody talks a lot of pretty stories
But when they talk you know they don't even
Look you in the eye
And you know you ain't gonna live forever
You can't even hold your self together
As the days go by
Your lying naked on the bathroom floor now
Another day and you don't bother keeping score now
He's getting vicious as he's walking through the door now
And don't you know you're running out of time?