Lyrics

Stumbling through the Gothic Quarter streets No booking code means no hotel guarantee Tie done wrong and plastic shoes A professional learns from all of their rookie moves There must be some method to the madness, method to the madness Still, I don't wanna know Just one more smile and then I'll go There must be some method to the madness Tourist traps and museum food Saying thanks in a language that's never been used This could be a holiday or an intersection Where two roads fuse, where two roads fuse There must be some method to the madness, method to the madness Still, I don't wanna know Just one last smile and then I'll go There must be some method to the madness, method to the madness Stop, I don't need to know There must be some method to the madness Fuck my sadness, and fuck your roleplay No construction, I'll build it my own way No more subscribing and no reviews Fuck our options and fuck the life plan No more worry, I've killed it with both hands Just give me something to light the fuse Fuck my sadness, and fuck your roleplay No construction, I'll build it my own way No more subscribing, no reviews Fuck our options and fuck the life plan No more worry, I've killed it with both hands Just give me something to light the fuse Fuck my sadness, and fuck your roleplay No construction, I'll build it my own way No more subscribing, no reviews Fuck our options and fuck the life plan No more worry, I've killed it with both hands Just give me something to light the fuse
Writer(s): Matthew Murphy, Tord Knudsen, Daniel Haggis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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