No Brakes
Get a life
Get a life
Get a life
What you livin'?
Fix your eyes on the prize
Watch the skys, little piggies
Go to bed
Rest your head
Fix your eyes on the ceiling
Feel the sweat
In the nape of your neck
Come trickling down...
Oh how it feels like life is phoney
And I've got no brakes
No brakes
I oughtta get my wife a pony
'Cause I'm no great shakes
Shake me, I can't find my gods
Oh I am still at odds with this system
Of vanishing wisdom
And a need to win through at all costs
Get a life
Get a life
Get a life
What you livin'?
Fix your shit
Take a hit
Now you're piggy in the middle
Cauterise
Burn your eyes
Cut your ties and the riddles
Feel the breath
On the nape of your neck
As it's crashing down...
Oh how it feels like life is phoney
And I've got no brakes
No brakes
I oughtta get my wife a pony
'Cause I'm no great shakes
Shake me, I can't find my gods
Oh I am still at odds with this system
Of vanishing wisdom
And a need to win through at all costs
Shake me, I can't find my gods
Oh I am still at odds with this system
Of vanishing wisdom
And a need to win through at all costs
Shake me, I can't find my gods
Oh I am still at odds with this system
Of vanishing wisdom
And a need to win through at all costs
Copyright 2016 J. Davies
Get a life
Get a life
What you livin'?
Fix your eyes on the prize
Watch the skys, little piggies
Go to bed
Rest your head
Fix your eyes on the ceiling
Feel the sweat
In the nape of your neck
Come trickling down...
Oh how it feels like life is phoney
And I've got no brakes
No brakes
I oughtta get my wife a pony
'Cause I'm no great shakes
Shake me, I can't find my gods
Oh I am still at odds with this system
Of vanishing wisdom
And a need to win through at all costs
Get a life
Get a life
Get a life
What you livin'?
Fix your shit
Take a hit
Now you're piggy in the middle
Cauterise
Burn your eyes
Cut your ties and the riddles
Feel the breath
On the nape of your neck
As it's crashing down...
Oh how it feels like life is phoney
And I've got no brakes
No brakes
I oughtta get my wife a pony
'Cause I'm no great shakes
Shake me, I can't find my gods
Oh I am still at odds with this system
Of vanishing wisdom
And a need to win through at all costs
Shake me, I can't find my gods
Oh I am still at odds with this system
Of vanishing wisdom
And a need to win through at all costs
Shake me, I can't find my gods
Oh I am still at odds with this system
Of vanishing wisdom
And a need to win through at all costs
Copyright 2016 J. Davies