a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

the macks (usa) - the modern grape كلمات أغنية

i wrote a play on the modern day
it’s all the same, been the same
here’s cats again
men fill the stands for the matinee
when they pay i l!ck myself until
they disengage

i don’t need it anymore godd_mn it

reach my hand
fall short
god when’s my_

time standing still on a broken watch
curve the fear before the jeers in a glass of scotch
wasting away on my meager means
skin and bone all alone for my final piece

hands draw the drapes for the first act
out the gates empty place took their money back
i see the lights for a final time
curtain calls then it falls on my light of lime

wasting away on the modern grape
a foot away is a taste
but it pulls away
i make a play for the fruit of fame
an inch away from my face
never consummate
i wrote a play on the modern day
it’s all the same, been the same
i rehe_rs_ again
pile in the aisle as they turn away
who’s to blame? pull my name
from the hall of fame

not getting paid somewhere backstage
it’s all the same, been the same
cut my show tonight
make me a star on your marquee light
blow my brains on the stage
then say i good night

i don’t need it anymore god d_mn it

reach my hand
fall short
god when’s my time?
am i so blind
god when’s my time?
those lights
they shine
on me no more
on me no more
oh but…
fine
i’ll head home
i feel so tired being on my own
but i
i feel no pain
one more try
one more day
wasting my day on the modern grape
a foot away is a taste
but it pulls away
i make a play for the fruit of fame
an inch away from my face
never consummate

- the macks usa

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغنية الشائعة حالياً