Текст песни Bane - Some Came Running
Bane - Some Came Running слова песни
out on the road little boys let their beards growoh 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 destructionto combat this boredom that claws at my eyes, my earsno longer can i worry about whether these wordshave 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 vanworry about money for the rest of my lifejust so that you can have this to talk aboutour time is to spend time with youand if you don`t want it well that`s fine toowalk right out that doorthis room was growing cold with youthis room that is my homeand i cannot and i must notand i will notlet clean shaven boys that all look the sametoss hand grenades into this my faith