Letras:
Grinspoon

Picture of a sold me a whale Yeah, it was a good one I ended up in jail How 'bout a fancy rocket roll superstar With it the backs think your pointing

They don't need an autobike Someone, plastic Stick around, stick around Selfish liars wanna cheat Your insecurity I know I've gotta get away Ambulance

Mic check 1 2, check it... alright! I was strollin' down the avenue I was strollin down when I met you Yeah on 5th Avenue I wasn't recently dead Replacement

Money was a never ending object for you from the start Picture of your only loving sister That you just fucked up Typical Chemical What you got? Bitten

I've got a trademark For registration So get your gold card And make me happy I lost my brother He was a good man I'm sure the others Will throw the

Blood loop beautiful I was walking down the hall While the energy is it just An excuse for the enemy Butcher, ram it down your throat Butcher, wish it

Rock Why is there no fuckin? relief? Wired off your face trying to sleep Caught within the things you believe Falling into traps, you concede I don'

She turned alcoholic by the age of fifteen, Locked away in rehab so that no one could see, He moved out to California to get some snow, When he finally

dream,dont forget you got back all that you put in to it So meet me at the interchange, no one needs to know about this anyway nobody needs to it is