Yet I know you say I don't know how to play my guitar
Look at me with smugly while you think you are a fuckin'
star
We are back, good luck. For your awesome brightness I was struck
But I'm here still and you've a T-Rex on your back
All
your excessive devices impedes me to be a brute
Only I hope everyday become I deaf or you mute
We are back, good luck. For your
awesome brightness I was struck.
But I'm here still and you've a T-Rex on your back
Thank you for the undercover insults, for
the fuckin' snubs, for teach me absolutely nothing, as well as expect left me an indelible track
We are back, good luck. For
your awesome brightness I was struck.
But I'm here still and you've a T-Rex on your back
Now I need to find a few time, before
you finally be banish
'Cause when the final verse ends tonight, I suppose you finally vanish
Enjoy with illuminated shirts, with
your long breakfast, with snob jams, or your wine tasting, and let all them drag you to a logical wrack
We are back, good luck.
For your awesome brightness I was struck
But I'm here still and you've a T-Rex on your back
