The Rusty Trombones
The Rusty Trombones - All We Got songtekst
Je score:
I don't want your money, I want your job You're in it for the paycheck man that's all But we put our hearts in every song and it might be a waste of time But it's all we got You've become a memory A musical lobotomy Everything you said is dead and gone Your bullshit rock and roll It's got no fucking soul You cashed in and now look what you've become Playing to the market Aimed at teens draped in targets Go on man, bring out the firing squad Lyrics shooting lies Hidden behind your disguise Driven by bank accounts applaud But we'll, we'll play on and on... It's all we got