Tekster:
Knapsack Day Three Of My New Life

Just because I was one who bore the boxing gloves And I'll collide on your side Look what we found under bridges, underground Sensation was feeling his

escapes you And you're nowhere near the worst part His arrows struck him in, they said he'd never use Sounds good, serves him right On the first day

I held the hand that held the rock That broke the glass out of the window I told a friend about a friend He said I'm wrong yeah what does he know I slit

It's out of tune It's all wrong And soon it will be His hands, they shake Aface in not pine And soon it will be His lanterns he lights Can luminate his life

open the door on a friendless room This person who came, couldn't come too soon Then well, he says thanks for coming home If not for the bar, I'd spend my life