Underground_Network
July 31st, 2009, 07:26 PM
A tag-along with a dampened heart,
And a nowhere-to-go with too many scars,
Where have we ended up at this point,
Why do you bother, casing the joint?
It will all explode in just four nights,
Foresight not needed, it's like dynamite,
It's ready to blow, just light the fuse,
And boom-shakalaka, that place is old news.
A newborn baby with a stolen carriage,
And a cold-hearted bastard with a ruined marriage
Running from the law but staying in sight,
It seems they chose the latter in fight or flight.
And still it will all explode in just four nights,
Foresight not needed, it's like dynamite,
It's ready to blow, just light the fuse,
And boom-shakalaka, that place is old news.
Ruffle the paper and see in the corner,
This is yesterday's highlights
And I still want tomorrow's!
But it doesn't even matter because it's all been borrowed...
The truth is in words,
But it's never been heard,
It happens as it is,
It occurs, it occurs!
But still it doesn't even matter,
Because in all truth,
In just four days
Someone will light the fuse!
It will all explode in just four nights,
Foresight not needed, it's like dynamite,
It's ready to blow, just light the fuse,
And boom-shakalaka, that place is old news.
Yeah boom-shakalaka the bastard is dead,
But the baby, so sadly, is left with no head,
And the tag-along, sing-along, wanna-be gangster
Leaves his hopes in the form of a burnt corpse...
For some reason, just some reason yeah,
Maybe for no reason, reason is impaired,
The nowhere-to-go with too many scars
Has made it this far, yeah he's made it this far.
Despite the explosion that erupted the world,
The explosion that killed all the boys and girls,
The nowhere-to-go still stands in the shadows,
Foresight not needed when you win a lost battle.
And a nowhere-to-go with too many scars,
Where have we ended up at this point,
Why do you bother, casing the joint?
It will all explode in just four nights,
Foresight not needed, it's like dynamite,
It's ready to blow, just light the fuse,
And boom-shakalaka, that place is old news.
A newborn baby with a stolen carriage,
And a cold-hearted bastard with a ruined marriage
Running from the law but staying in sight,
It seems they chose the latter in fight or flight.
And still it will all explode in just four nights,
Foresight not needed, it's like dynamite,
It's ready to blow, just light the fuse,
And boom-shakalaka, that place is old news.
Ruffle the paper and see in the corner,
This is yesterday's highlights
And I still want tomorrow's!
But it doesn't even matter because it's all been borrowed...
The truth is in words,
But it's never been heard,
It happens as it is,
It occurs, it occurs!
But still it doesn't even matter,
Because in all truth,
In just four days
Someone will light the fuse!
It will all explode in just four nights,
Foresight not needed, it's like dynamite,
It's ready to blow, just light the fuse,
And boom-shakalaka, that place is old news.
Yeah boom-shakalaka the bastard is dead,
But the baby, so sadly, is left with no head,
And the tag-along, sing-along, wanna-be gangster
Leaves his hopes in the form of a burnt corpse...
For some reason, just some reason yeah,
Maybe for no reason, reason is impaired,
The nowhere-to-go with too many scars
Has made it this far, yeah he's made it this far.
Despite the explosion that erupted the world,
The explosion that killed all the boys and girls,
The nowhere-to-go still stands in the shadows,
Foresight not needed when you win a lost battle.