Another season, but the same old feelings
Grab your clothes and head to the doorway
If you dance out, no one complains
Old man, look at my life, I’m a lot like you were…(pape sritan rođendan)
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him ’til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains
OUR MOTHER; THE MOUNTAIN!
autor: DonTravolta, 15/07/2022
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When there’s no one left to fight, boys like us don’t shine so bright!
As I travel down the track, all my memories flood back
We were runnin’ at ease from enemies
And rushed back to your momma’s flat
It’s the only place but home I feel relaxed enough to crap
I know it sounds crude, but there’s something in that
Almost killed me
I got bored when I didn’t have a band.
So I started a band.
We’re gonna start it with a positive jam.
Hold steady!
I wonder if they ever dreamed, they would get just what we gave them?
She had a hairbrush mic and a fantasy band
She opened up with We Are The Champions
Went into right into Under my Wheels
I was trying to figure out how I feel
