Hey Songtext
von The Suicide Machines
Hey Songtext
Drop it
Hey — what′s going on?
Hey — what went wrong?
Hey — I don't know why
Hey — I might as well try
Let′s go
Well, I looked around this crazy world, and tried to make some sense of it
Robbed a bank and stole a car, and tried to put some dents in it
And everybody's playing games, I don't know what to make of it
Don′t play your stupid games, you know I don′t need all that fucked up shit
Well, no one ever told me I was gonna get older
I turned 21 and I thought my life was over
It took a long time to get where I'm at now
And I′m not gonna sit around wondering how, no
Well, I listen to your fucking shit, I can't make any sense of it
′Cause what goes in does not come out, you've gotta put two cents in it
You′re just a blob of fucking jell, your brain is floating out in space
Your brain was worth a quarter, I'd get twenty-six cents back as change
Well, no one ever told me the grass would be greener
I've done a lot of things since the last time that I seen her
No one ever told me it would be this way
That′s why I can′t make sense out of anything I say, no
Junkie little punk
My world is crumbling and I don't know what to do
It′s falling down around me 'cause I′m thinkin' of you
If we take a look, look at our world today
Are our morals on decline or have we all gone insane?
Insane (insane)
Insane (insane)
Insane (insane)
Pick it up
Hey — what′s going on?
Hey — what went wrong?
Hey — I don't know why
Hey — I might as well try (stop)
Hey — what′s going on?
Hey — what went wrong?
Hey — I don't know why
Hey — I might as well try
Let′s go
Well, I looked around this crazy world, and tried to make some sense of it
Robbed a bank and stole a car, and tried to put some dents in it
And everybody's playing games, I don't know what to make of it
Don′t play your stupid games, you know I don′t need all that fucked up shit
Well, no one ever told me I was gonna get older
I turned 21 and I thought my life was over
It took a long time to get where I'm at now
And I′m not gonna sit around wondering how, no
Well, I listen to your fucking shit, I can't make any sense of it
′Cause what goes in does not come out, you've gotta put two cents in it
You′re just a blob of fucking jell, your brain is floating out in space
Your brain was worth a quarter, I'd get twenty-six cents back as change
Well, no one ever told me the grass would be greener
I've done a lot of things since the last time that I seen her
No one ever told me it would be this way
That′s why I can′t make sense out of anything I say, no
Junkie little punk
My world is crumbling and I don't know what to do
It′s falling down around me 'cause I′m thinkin' of you
If we take a look, look at our world today
Are our morals on decline or have we all gone insane?
Insane (insane)
Insane (insane)
Insane (insane)
Pick it up
Hey — what′s going on?
Hey — what went wrong?
Hey — I don't know why
Hey — I might as well try (stop)
Writer(s): Daniel Jay Lukacinsky Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com