歌词
Save me from a life of coding
I'd rather be writing recording
My way through the haze
In these our final days
In these our final days
I'd rather be on a beach
With someone sweet drinking something neat
Than waiting through their queues their lines divide
In these our final days
In these our final days
Do your time
On these restless nights
Please, take the torture, please
Take the torch from me
Take the torture, please
In these our final days
In these our final days
I can't believe the lies they've told me
Just to justify their hoarding
Then to have the gall to call for praise
In these our final days
In these our final days
In these our final days
In these our final days
Written by: Peter Oren
