Из альбома: Traces to Nowhere
At the end of the day we'll all look the same in a smiling bag
Your lame ass fancy clothes are as worthy as a rag
At the end of the day we'll all end up in a smiling bag
No matter what was the color of the wrapping flag
You keep on telling me bout the way you wanna die
But I want to hear bout the way you wanna live
Stop crying the bitter tear your mother cried
Don't believe the same goddamn lie your father believed
You dream bout life in a different place, different time
You're not happy with the person you are
You take for granted all you have and the bottom line
Is that you can lose all you have in the blink of the eye
Have I put across the message clearly enough , will you sing this song
Will you take my hand, before it fades away out of the blue
Will you still waste your precious time to prove me wrong
Or will you prove once again that you're only a fool