Текст (слова) песни: Bane - Some Came Running

 
out on the road little boys let their beards grow 
oh so busy talking about the things that we don`t know 
all done worrying about the things we used to be 
(i`m to busy finding out what i`m gonna be) 
 
and finding weapons of mass destruction 
to combat this boredom that claws at my eyes, my ears 
 
no longer can i worry about whether these words 
have touched your or failed you... 
fuck, you`re too busy bitching about 
clothes that do not fit 
 
"so play the violins" 
 
i`ll keep getting in the van 
worry about money for the rest of my life 
just so that you can have this to talk about 
our time is to spend time with you 
and if you don`t want it well that`s fine too 
 
walk right out that door 
this room was growing cold with you 
this room that is my home 
 
and i cannot 
and i must not 
and i will not 
let clean shaven boys that all look the same 
toss hand grenades into this my faith
 

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