If you feel like a riot Then don't you deny it Put your good foot forward No need for heroics I just want you to show me Now's the time to shine
Your independence is a half ass deliverance Your train left the station In recognition of the same old condition Your symptoms showing through
Well regardless of the truth You still act so aloof In the face of a judge jury You got the nerve to say I'm guilty
Well can you sting me Can you sting me Right on through my bones
Well the bell rings out for the crime of the century Courtesy of your mother The signs reads welcome to the valley of discovery Look at what money can buy
Sons and daughters better open your eyes Tell me what you're seeing This submission is a tired tradition It's everyone's sacrifice
Well believe you me I've got nothing up my sleeve Except a heart and a chip on my shoulder Yes I'm young and don't like getting older
Come on my sweet little thing What new things can you show me today I got one question I believe it's subjective What is a wasp without her sting?
I don't want to sound bitter Yeah you touch me just like murder Living ain't so easy When all I want from you is to sting me
Compositores: Christopher Mark Robinson (BMI), Richard S. Robinson (BMI)Editores: Def USA Music (BMI), Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)Publicado em 2006 (09/Nov) e lançado em 2006 (08/Jul)ECAD verificado obra #4118898 e fonograma #1118852 em 02/Abr/2024