Sane filch cash then of
get the sack, by a exploiter
furtive the daily attend
In strained circumstances
The firm lay off
Flit, flood in the room
The bank in safe keeping
bandit or traffic trigger
The heaven overcast the night
no have the same glamour
Mutineer in the stool
When the end is the sad tomorrow
You is the prey or the hunter
And who you wanted to be?
Or you is more one of the society
Prepaid with a tit
with a overdraft in the current account
what you work for nothing
The heaven overcast the night
no have the same glamour
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário