The Worst There Is Songtext
von The Ettes

If I′m ever on your mind
It's a slow disease
Corrosive
And behind
Closed doors you′re on your knees


When you're the worst there is
There's nothing to fear
That′s why you and I are here

Have you ever been afraid
Of all that couldn′t be
Just spending all your time
Pretending that you're free

I can offer some reprieve
But it won′t cure your ill
So weigh out the little time
That you have before the kill