Letras
Push is gonna come to shove,
and I'm a-takin' off my gloves
You're gonna feel my knuckles
It's a marathon and not a sprint,
baby, can't you take a hint?
Your knees are gonna buckle
It's not the first time, won't be the last
It was a good time, but now it's all in the past
There's something in your eyes,
there's something in your eyes
I'd walk a million miles, I'd write a thousand novels,
I'd dig a hundred tunnels
A disease that can't be cured,
I can feel the weight of your words
As heavy as a boulder
I wish I could collect my thoughts,
and nail 'em to a big old cross
I carry on my shoulders
...with a paper shovel
I'd judge a billion trials
With a feather gavel
Get on my knees on grovel