Papercut Through The Eye - текст песни
Papercut Through The Eye
Hey, run back home to New York City
'Cause you can't hang with the big boys here in San Francisco
You say we're evil, you say we're rude
You say we're selfish, you say we're cold
You say we're angry, you say we're lost
You say, you say a lot of things
Hey, run back home to New York City
'Cause you can't hang with the big boys here in San Francisco
We say you're weak, we say you're wrong
We say you're drunk, we say you're hopeless
We say you're whining, we say you're broken
We say, we say a lot of things
A papercut through the eye
Would never be as painful as the drivel that you keep on throwing at us
The Phantom of the City tells us all the secrets that you hold
The same ones that you use as fodder for your drama episode
Do you really think that we care of what you've done, just look at us
We might be evil but we're sure not hypocrites, just look at us
A papercut through the eye
Would never be as painful as the drivel that you keep on throwing at us
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