Gravy Songtext
von Hindsight
Gravy Songtext
So let me tell you that all
After all that you′ve done
The so called favors you've done me for my own good
But then I come to find out about your real intentions
The cruel intentions you don′t mention
Till you're stabbing me right in my back
There comes a time for you to get in line
And see the rest of us
That hold you up in your own shrine
So boss man please hold on
To these days with all your greed
Because your days are numbered now
When you're allowed to step on me
Walking over everyone you′ve had no sense of shame
To find yourself a front row seat
Upon the gravy train
But when the golden flypaper you′re drawn to starts to stick
Well just confess you've made this mess
And you can learn to deal with it
You can learn to deal with it
Hey, did you get what you wanted
Or just more reasons to want more from me
But how much more do you want from me
I supposed we′re pleased, To all of these days
With all your greed
Because your days are numbered now
When you're allowed to step on me
Walking over everyone you′ve had
No sense of shame to find yourself a front row seat
Upon the gravy train
But when the golden flypaper you're drawn to starts to stick
Well just confess you′ve made this mess
And you can learn to deal with it
You can learn to deal with it
Walking over everyone you've had
No sense of shame to find yourself a front row seat
Upon the gravy train
But when the golden flypaper you're drawn to starts to stick
Well just confess you′ve made this mess
And you can learn to deal with it
Oh, walking over everyone you′ve had
No sense of shame to find yourself a front row seat
Upon the gravy train
But when the golden flypaper you're drawn to starts to stick
Well just confess you′ve made this mess
And you can drown your own shit
Drown your own shit
After all that you′ve done
The so called favors you've done me for my own good
But then I come to find out about your real intentions
The cruel intentions you don′t mention
Till you're stabbing me right in my back
There comes a time for you to get in line
And see the rest of us
That hold you up in your own shrine
So boss man please hold on
To these days with all your greed
Because your days are numbered now
When you're allowed to step on me
Walking over everyone you′ve had no sense of shame
To find yourself a front row seat
Upon the gravy train
But when the golden flypaper you′re drawn to starts to stick
Well just confess you've made this mess
And you can learn to deal with it
You can learn to deal with it
Hey, did you get what you wanted
Or just more reasons to want more from me
But how much more do you want from me
I supposed we′re pleased, To all of these days
With all your greed
Because your days are numbered now
When you're allowed to step on me
Walking over everyone you′ve had
No sense of shame to find yourself a front row seat
Upon the gravy train
But when the golden flypaper you're drawn to starts to stick
Well just confess you′ve made this mess
And you can learn to deal with it
You can learn to deal with it
Walking over everyone you've had
No sense of shame to find yourself a front row seat
Upon the gravy train
But when the golden flypaper you're drawn to starts to stick
Well just confess you′ve made this mess
And you can learn to deal with it
Oh, walking over everyone you′ve had
No sense of shame to find yourself a front row seat
Upon the gravy train
But when the golden flypaper you're drawn to starts to stick
Well just confess you′ve made this mess
And you can drown your own shit
Drown your own shit
Writer(s): Brad Stewart Lambert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com