Bonedigger Songtext
von The Pale

There is nothing alive in my twenty four hour
I′d damage myself, if I was not a coward
The career move to a man took the boy out of me
The me I used to be I miss quite deeply

When the sun hates my room
Neons can't compare
The feeling is cheap
But the tv still there

Bonedigger


Thoughts of nothing but crime fill my twenty four hours
I′d damage someone if I was not a coward
The thumb I once sucked is pressed to the page
I don't think I'd enjoy old age in a cage

When the sun hates my room
Urine steals my air
I′d rather just sleep
So I won′t be there

Bonedigger

How much will you give me for the dream about the car?
How much will you give me for the dream about the girl?
Or how long will they give you for the dream of not being who you are?
Or how long will they give you for the dream of changing your life?

Bonedigger