Tekster:
True Colors The Smell The Attitude

The smell.. the attitude it makes me sick getting on my nerves too blind to see your brains won?t work you?re dead to me time to set the record

That's when I swore that someday, Someday I would get outta that basement And travel to a magical, far away place, Where the sun is always shining And the air smells

That's when I swore that someday Someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place Where the sun is always shining and the air smells