This Great Standing Still Songtext
von Poor Rich Ones

Recycled days go by
Killing my inspiration
Starts every new day with a lesson
Ends up, couldn't care less

And Everything that would change me
Has grown into its own routines
And if try to break free
I cannot even make it out of this room

This great standing still is killing me
This great standing still is killing me
Oh it's killing me


Cannot change the world
With a t-shirt slogan
It seems like the old side
Is none of my concern
And start writing letters
That I never finish
And I pick up my cell phone
Running out of coins

This great standing still is killing me
This great standing still is killing me
Oh it's killing me

Solo

The man on the cigarette pack
Has already died from smoking
I recall as I light another one

And this year's event
Past me by
And I was spinning
Singing about this...

This great standing still is killing me
This great standing still is killing me
This great standing still is killing me
Oh it's killing me


This great standing still is killing me
This great standing still is killing me
This great standing still is killing me
Oh it's killing me