Jaeyy

The worst things in life are free
But cost us pain to some degree

I had a string quartet playing songs for me
And a heart that kept the rhythm
'Til it dragged me inwards for a guilty plea
To the DA for my freedom

I got kicked out face-down on a dirty street
Paying dues for my behaviour
Wiping sprayed-on art off the grey concrete
In the fruits of my own labour

In the same manner as I've done before
I just called the world a traitor
As the crippled crawled through the open door
I turned my head to something greater

Spread an internet phenomenon
And watch your friends as they're all gone

We share secret dreams together
But we never talk of any
And when you asked me 'bout my weekend plans
You were trying to be friendly

Cause no one means what they say; what they mean has some different meaning all together

Att inte kunna få det
När man verkligen vill ha't
Vare sig det är en get
Eller radio-apparat
Är alla mammors verklighet

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