Still They Might Not Like It Songtext
von The Vices

(Five), four hundred and five dollars and living
(Four-ten), four hundred and ten dollars

Here I am again, speaking through this phone
I′m on an island far away, while looking out
Just to anyone who knows our heart aches
Like a temple memory inside a word

A lot of things might happen
A lot might not
I'd like to tell you all about it
But would you rather not?

Is there anyone who knows
How the time shakes
Like a tinfoil memory inside
What should be easier to tell
What should be easier

Though we try so hard
Still they might not like it


The walls are growing higher
They move around with me
The city′s been fantastic
But now I barely see

Is there anyone who knows how to get away?
Like a tinfoil memory inside
The world should be easier
To tell the world
It should be easier

And we try so hard
Still they might not like it

It's gonna be just what you want
It's gonna be just what you want
It′s gonna be just what you want
It′s gonna be just what you want
It's gonna be just what you want
It′s gonna be just what you want
It's gonna be just what you want
It′s gonna be just what you want


It's gonna be just what you want
It′s gonna be just what you want
It's gonna be just what you want
It's gonna be just what you want
It′s gonna be just what you want
It′s gonna be just what you want

Oh, no, it's gonna be just what you want
It′s gonna be just what you want
It's gotta be just what you want
It′s gotta be just what you want

It's gotta be just what you want
It′s gotta be just what you want
It's gonna be just what you want
It's gonna be just what you want
It′s gonna be just what you want
It′s gonna be just what you want