Pioneers Songtext
von Max Raptor
Pioneers Songtext
Of all the pioneers
You were the finest
We left he dust for the front line attitude
And If you′re tired then your old
And you're no good to us
And i′ve just heard that we died alone
But we're up against it now
Against the coal face
Staring down
What you'll see is
The worst part of me
In a land of regret
And if it doesn′t fit don′t wear it.
Don't roll over gently and take it
I′m waxing lyrical that I'll never make it
We are the pioneers
In our own rights
They left the desk for the front line attitude
And the birds on the wire
That dictate the fires
On the streets of the second States
But we′re up against it now
Against the coal face
Staring down
It seems the simple things were so obvious
So obvious, so obvious, so obvious.
What you'll see is
The worst part of me
In a land of regret
And if it doesn′t fit don't wear it
Don't roll over gently and take it
I′m waxing lyrical that I′ll never make it
What you'll see is
The worst part of me
In a land of regret
And if it doesn′t fit don't wear it
Don′t roll over gently and take it
I'm waxing lyrical that I′ll never make it
You were the finest
We left he dust for the front line attitude
And If you′re tired then your old
And you're no good to us
And i′ve just heard that we died alone
But we're up against it now
Against the coal face
Staring down
What you'll see is
The worst part of me
In a land of regret
And if it doesn′t fit don′t wear it.
Don't roll over gently and take it
I′m waxing lyrical that I'll never make it
We are the pioneers
In our own rights
They left the desk for the front line attitude
And the birds on the wire
That dictate the fires
On the streets of the second States
But we′re up against it now
Against the coal face
Staring down
It seems the simple things were so obvious
So obvious, so obvious, so obvious.
What you'll see is
The worst part of me
In a land of regret
And if it doesn′t fit don't wear it
Don't roll over gently and take it
I′m waxing lyrical that I′ll never make it
What you'll see is
The worst part of me
In a land of regret
And if it doesn′t fit don't wear it
Don′t roll over gently and take it
I'm waxing lyrical that I′ll never make it
Writer(s): William Raybould Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com