歌词
The old days are good 'cause they're gone
The bad days are bad 'cause they're present
Coach take me out, it's been dragging me down
We're just tenants in this landlord-ruled town
The venue fell dead when the drinks ran out
The players were pulled from the stage
Evictions were flyered and DJ'd events
Don't kick us out of our comfortable cage
They spun the truth like a top
Too much momentum to stop
They spoonfed the truth to you
And you ate it up like baby food
What can you do?
What will you do with yourself?
Do you wanna be a carpenter
Or will you sit on a shelf?
What will you do with yourself?
Do you wanna be a carpenter
Or will you sit on a shelf?
They spun the truth like a top
Too much momentum to stop
They spoonfed the truth to you
And you ate it up like baby food
You ate it up like baby food
What can you do?
What can you do?
What can you do?
What will you do with yourself?