歌词
It's cool
It's fine
Those wounds
Ain't mine
It's cool
I'm fine
That tomb
Ain't mine
You treat me like a hell of a hustler (why)
When I live my days on scraps from local boneyards (lies)
Broken mansion's habitant is what I was (blind)
not much to see here, I ain't no popstar
It's cool
It's fine
Those wounds
Ain't mine
It's cool
I'm fine
That tomb
Ain't mine
The hunt's been going for ages (hey) is it that hard
To finally find incentives going forward
You treat me like a hell of a hustler
But I live my days on scraps from local boneyeards
Yeah you decided that I'll rot in the basement
And spend my nights from the trash into pavement
Where there's smoke there's fire and burned flesh
Only thing that I fear is my soul's death
It's cool
It's fine
Those wounds
Ain't mine
It's cool
I'm fine
That tomb
Ain't mine
It's cool
It's fine
Those wounds
Ain't mine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
You treat me like a hell of a hustler
But I live my days on scraps from local boneyards
Broken mansion's habitant is what I was
Not much to see here, I ain't no popstar