you're no trouble, no goner,
you're just playing the wrong beat.
you're no elephant in the room,
you're just dancing the wrong move.
they got your photo for display
they must've mistaken your face.
if you think you're dead today,
it's just the start of the race.
so get up, get up, get up
no broken bones must stop you now.
heads up, heads up, heads up
it's time to press play again.
go and wear your crown,
go and see the crowd,
let them know that you're around,
make them kneel to the ground,
you're the king of this town.
do they know the pearly whites hide underneath the yellow stains?
do they know that every villain is the star of his own **** play?
do they even realize you fought your battles for them?
even realize they just sit when you stand up for them?
but they get the glory,
not even feeling sorry.
it's funny how your story is getting out of control.
you think that you are winning, but then you lost your throne.
you congratulate them on your big, fake smile,
and then you comfort yourself when you sleep at night.
'cus for a second you thought you have everything:
got a pocket full of money, got the man of your dreams,
got a blanket for a cold, hard night, got the stars,
got the job that you want, got a seat in the park
but then everything's gone when you wake up the next day
you're looking for a bed, but you have slept on the floor, hey,
where are your clothes? why does your face wear blue?
there ain't no writings on the wall, but if there's one, it came true.
there's a special place for the non-believers
i didn't say in hell, but you get the picture.
how are you gonna pull yourself together when the world pushes you down all the time?
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
you're no trouble, no goner,
you're just playing the wrong beat.
you're no elephant in the room,
you're just dancing the wrong move.
they got your photo for display
they must've mistaken your face.
if you think you're dead today,
it's just the start of the race.
so get up, get up, get up
no broken bones must stop you now.
heads up, heads up, heads up
it's time to press play again.
go and wear your crown,
go and see the crowd,
let them know that you're around,
make them kneel to the ground,
you're the king of this town.
do they know the pearly whites hide underneath the yellow stains?
do they know that every villain is the star of his own **** play?
do they even realize you fought your battles for them?
even realize they just sit when you stand up for them?
but they get the glory,
not even feeling sorry.
it's funny how your story is getting out of control.
you think that you are winning, but then you lost your throne.
you congratulate them on your big, fake smile,
and then you comfort yourself when you sleep at night.
'cus for a second you thought you have everything:
got a pocket full of money, got the man of your dreams,
got a blanket for a cold, hard night, got the stars,
got the job that you want, got a seat in the park
but then everything's gone when you wake up the next day
you're looking for a bed, but you have slept on the floor, hey,
where are your clothes? why does your face wear blue?
there ain't no writings on the wall, but if there's one, it came true.
there's a special place for the non-believers
i didn't say in hell, but you get the picture.
how are you gonna pull yourself together when the world pushes you down all the time?
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