As I walk, as I walk, as I walk into the wind As it cracks upon my face I won't seem the same again Leave me blind, leave me burned, leave me buried in the dirt Put a spell upon my grave and be on your way
What you wanna wait for I won't ever stand behind in a line no more Man I need to get more And the money seems to fall through the holes in my clothes
I'm not tired, I'm not spent, I'm not sleepy put pence Seem to fall through the holes in the pockets of my jeans Iâm not here, really appear, let me disappear away To the circus of the mad and meet my friends
What you wanna wait for I won't ever stand behind in a line no more Man I need to get more And the money seems to fall through the holes in my clothes
Man I need to get more And the money seems to fall through the holes in my clothes (3 X)
Compositores: Alexander Scott Bruford (Alex Bruford) (PRS), Daniel Zak Watts (Daniel Watts) (PRS), Matthew Robert Clyma Gooderson (da Funkmattrix) (PRS), Richard John Vernon (Richard Vernon) (PRS), Wayne Ashley Marshall Page (Wag Marshall-page) (PRS)Editor: Wall Of Sound Music (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #2566507 em 05/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM