Wasted Life
(专辑: When The Smoke Clears - 2015)
Whoa, whoa, whoa... Here I
go, again There's my phone, again My head's pounding, I'm coming down from another round out on the
town again Hand on the
clock, ticking The
hotel room, spinning There's a
guy on a
cross hanging up on the
walls Saying it's my fault, the
devil's grinning Same shit, every day Set in my ways I'm out of control again Like someone cut the
brakes Burning all of my time You're asking why? But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life Whoa, whoa, whoa... Dead-end job, fuck it. My asshole boss, suck it. 'Cause it ain't worth all the
pennies I've earned Just another drop in the
bucket Same shit, every day Set in my ways I'm out of control again Like someone cut the
brakes Burning all of my time You're asking why? But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life Whoa, whoa, whoa... Same shit, every day Set in my ways I'm out of control again... Burning all of my time You're asking why? But I'm not listening 'cause it's my wasted life Whoa, whoa, whoa... It's my way... It's my, it's my wasted life It's my, it's my wasted life It's my, it's my wasted life