History Songtext
von Bokanté
History Songtext
Book of John, book of James
Put your name upon the bottom of the page, and it′s fair game
Good and bad, war and peace
If you win, then you decide the way it was, and what will be
We never really ever get it
We never really heard who said it
We listen to the ones who fed it
The ones who won and won't forget it
We never really ever get it
We never really know who said it
We listen to the ones who fed it
The ones who won and won′t forget it
Let it go
They won't let it go, just let it go
There's blood on the page, there′s bones in the shed
Hard truths in the ground way more than you read
There′s blood in the pen though the hand stays clean
Black marks in your house way more than you seen
There's blood on the page, there′s bones in the shed
Hard truths in the ground way more than you read
There's blood in the pen though the hand stays clean
Black marks in your house way more than you seen
We never really ever get it
We never really heard who said it
We listen to the ones who fed it
The ones who won and won′t forget it
We never really ever get it
We never really know who said it
We listen to the ones who fed it
The ones who won and won't forget it
(Oh, they won′t let it go), they won't let it go
(Oh, they won't let it go), no they won′t, they won′t
Oh, it's a bitch, your history
Oh, it′s a bitch, your history
Oh, it's a bitch, your history
Oh, it′s a bitch, your history
Put your name upon the bottom of the page, and it′s fair game
Good and bad, war and peace
If you win, then you decide the way it was, and what will be
We never really ever get it
We never really heard who said it
We listen to the ones who fed it
The ones who won and won't forget it
We never really ever get it
We never really know who said it
We listen to the ones who fed it
The ones who won and won′t forget it
Let it go
They won't let it go, just let it go
There's blood on the page, there′s bones in the shed
Hard truths in the ground way more than you read
There′s blood in the pen though the hand stays clean
Black marks in your house way more than you seen
There's blood on the page, there′s bones in the shed
Hard truths in the ground way more than you read
There's blood in the pen though the hand stays clean
Black marks in your house way more than you seen
We never really ever get it
We never really heard who said it
We listen to the ones who fed it
The ones who won and won′t forget it
We never really ever get it
We never really know who said it
We listen to the ones who fed it
The ones who won and won't forget it
(Oh, they won′t let it go), they won't let it go
(Oh, they won't let it go), no they won′t, they won′t
Oh, it's a bitch, your history
Oh, it′s a bitch, your history
Oh, it's a bitch, your history
Oh, it′s a bitch, your history
Writer(s): Michael Kelly Rea League, Robert Lanzetti, Christopher John Mcqueen, Keita Ogawa, Jamey Haddad, Roosevelt Collier, Malika Tirolien, Andrea Peoples, Andre Ferrari Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com