West Side Story - Camp Cope

West Side Story - Camp Cope

Альбом
Camp Cope
Год
2016
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
332190

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West Side Story

Camp Cope

Tried to get the audience out

From inside my head

And the things you say are beautiful

But they don’t make very much sense

From the day that I was born

They took me for all that I had

And I let them

‘Cause they let me in

I’m so weak, I can barely hold this instrument

I wanna do whatever you wanna do

I wanna make fun of cops with you

You went on tour

And I went on medication

I’ve been stuck in this waiting room

And they’re telling me to stay patient

So, I’ll close my eyes

And I’ll sing this song for you

Celebrate with a joint or two

And a new backyard tattoo

And think of the time that we spent

Watching X-Files in your living room

I wanna do whatever you wanna do

And I wanna find every truth with you

And it all comes down to the knowledge that we’re gonna die

Find comfort in that or be scared for the rest of your life

So, I sing and I scream and I strum and I try to help out

'Til I can build a little house

That the government doesn’t know about

But I’d rather be right here than anywhere else right now

I wanna do whatever you wanna do

And I wanna watch the empire fall with you

And it’s fucking with me that you didn’t see

That it wasn’t them and it was always me

Who knew too much

And I’m no storyteller the way you are

I’m just an angry kid who got given a guitar

But how dare you say that I’m too young

To know that the ticket prices are going up

And the trains still aren’t on time

And the thugs that patrol the lines

Are the reason I’ll never pay my fines

And prescription prices are going up

And we’re not making any more money

Tony’s wallet’s getting heavy

Gina’s stomach is far from empty

And it’s too many in my mind

And now I’m living on the West side

You say, «Breathe it in, breathe it out»

You don’t know what you’re talking about

And it’s eating away at my insides

And now I’m living on the West side

And my mother says I’ve gotten thin

Don’t wanna see you for a couple of years

But yours is a funeral I’d fly to from anywhere

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