Strings Of Atlas - Wicked Little Things текст песни

Smile at the daddy who slaps you around
SMile for the mama that's puttin you down
Laughing with the people that are laughing at me
If I wasn't here, where would I be
Marching in a line but I can't take an order
I got a lot of time but I ain't getting younger
Just a bum, ain't got a due to my name
Picking that guitar and ain't got nothin to say

I'm trying not ot let it get under my skin
But it always seems to find it's way in

Put your best foot forward and you're bound to succeed
Had to find out that ain't all that you need
Somebody's probably gonna steal this word
Then someone else maybe's gonna steal this verse
Somebody hates ya and they're bound to talk
Don't worry bout it cause these cowards don't walk
But even a man's gotta draw the line
I think this song right here is mine


Ya work work work and ya get no where
You can't sleep at night but your head don't care
20 years of your best then you're thrown to the wind
As quick as it hit you was as quick as the end
Your stomach goes and turns, tying in knots
When you realize what you do and don't got
But grab what you're worth and to hell with the rest
Remember this is all just a test

I wanna sleep all day, I'm wise awake at night
I'm lookin in the mirror and can hear someone cry
I think I need a drink, I know that I don't
I'm stuck in a haze but it ain't from the smoke
Used to call 'em friend, now I can't recognize him
Who knew he was so weak, addiction paralyzed him
It seems that we two are never again to walk
I lost my brother to the world we mocked

(Thanks to Monica for these lyrics)