Shotter's Nation

You talk, you talk a good game Wish i could talk the same A song is just a game Im getting good at cheating at You talk yes you talk a good game Won't you teach me the same Oh i'd love to explain, like showing your hand and all about Oh well i know,

In the morning where does all the pain go The same place the fame goes straight to your head Ah, its not easy getting it out my head It wasn't easy gettin outta bed So much shame on the workman who blames his tools Then so the saying goes so its said

He's stronger than the walls That you tried to build around him To dumb and dumbfound him, for 2000 years I waited for your call Screaming from the window Screaming bloody murder The more that you follow me The more I get lost You think that you know

I'm half dead I'm a third alive A quarter ticking over in the middle By the side of the road Don't get surrounded by people you hate Who choke you out the house down the Path and out the garden gate All in or never We're worse when we're together Whi

Baddie's bound by ancient codes of decency and secrecy He understands about stabbing backs and shaking hands So if or when you're behind bars or in front of them as you are Look out for the man who'll bum your wife and then shake your hand Oh you've

I ,I do declare I was surprised to see you stay Only to be betrayed by the one you gave all your love and trust And tell me how could I let go Since I caught a glimpse of your immense soul You were dancing to northern soul Just one glance, ah well yo

Delivery 分娩 [歌词] By or by the way of an explanation Cast adrift off the shores of shotter's nation I had a lick it caved my skull in like a brick Oh now what use am I to anyone I'm fucked, forlorn, frozen beneath the summer Don't sing along or you'll

roll a four roll a nine Find yourself washed up in paradise But like before You didn't mind Someone else washed up in paradise If I really did (everyday) What a nice day for a murder You call yourself a killer but the only thing your killing is your