Savior of the servants on this Runaway train without a cause Every day I tell myself I gotta find a way Out of this American Paradox Padding, like
got a lot to write about And words are lies, convenience in disguise Communication scratched down, over analyzed And it's all your fault I've broken everything I own Unable to spit out
people savior of the servants on this runaway train without a cause. Everyday I tell myself I gotta find a way out of this American Paradox. Paddling
An electric concrete fantasy Where the billboards keep on warning me That if I don't keep moving, I'll get stuck in this place Where nobody gets out
A quiet moment before the champ goes down through the doors of his decision to fight through one last round. Though he's beaten and he knows it, no
liar But something's gotta give before I'm gone Now I'm wrong if I don't say enough I'm wrong if I give in too much I'll take a bow and get out while
to be good but it's understood That tonight we'll both look the other way The smoke of all out thoughts and cigarette exhaust All possibility of ever getting out
STRUNG OUT LYRICS "The Kids" Don't pack your bags don't bring your things just leave them all behind Don't you worry about a letter left for someone
You weigh your sadness well, it fits the color of your world. Though you have nothing to complain about, there's always something wrong. Break neck lies
rest of it all I set myself up so that I can set myself apart and find another way On this planet I call my home I'll be an island I'll rent
'll understand if you're not feeling well enough to write I'll understand if you've got way too many things to do you see I've been sitting here for an
Slipping in and out of reason and I don't mind Side effects are expected with this experiment of mine I wanna be reborn breath smoke think black
heard we never reached the sky then shed some light i'll lend a patient ear dont let me down i gotta know if something good could grow out on this
And now I think I know what's on your mind Your eyes melt through me and it's no surprise I can become you And through your eyes I'll watch you lie to
Oversættelse: Strung Out. En amerikansk Paradox.
A quiet moment before the champ goes down through the doors of his decision to fight for one last round. Though he's beaten and he knows it, no way in