What am I doing ?
Reading this junk every day of my life
What am I doing ?
Burning off stuff sitting there in this life
And having face in the crowd
Scratching around
Before the cardboard box unfolds
Oh my days
What am I doing ?
(...)
Behing the rails, is a bed of nails
And if I ever get out I'll never slip back again
Reading this junk every day of my life
What am I doing ?
Burning off stuff sitting there in this life
And having face in the crowd
Scratching around
Before the cardboard box unfolds
Oh my days
What am I doing ?
(...)
Behing the rails, is a bed of nails
And if I ever get out I'll never slip back again