Lirik
Maybe I was wrong, but working hard is a killer
(Working hard to kill)
Never had to be right, never come out a winner
(Never come out to win)
At least I don’t have standards that I know I’ll never reach
Aiming low is for the best
So, every day’s a peach
Moving with the speed of the lazy
The love of the hazy
The kings of whatever
I remember nothing so tragic
A loose kind of magic
The kings of whatever
I’ve shed friends and people who I love
(People who I love)
But I never gave the ghost of you up
(Ghost of you)
The way you wore that old t-shirt it might as well be yours
Strung out guitar and broken bed
The perfect signs of youth
Moving with the speed of the lazy
The love of the hazy
The kings of whatever
I remember nothing so tragic
A loose kind of magic
The kings of whatever
Written by: Colin James McArdle, James Houston, Kevin Joseph Sherry, Noel Martin O'Donnell
