歌词

Falling to pieces It's what we do best We tear ourselves to bits And then we clear up the mess Oh, why Why? We make our music Always off key It's twisted and it's wrong Some kind of drunk symphony Oh, why Why? Crawl from the wreckage Like meat on a hook It's not criticize, I don't know which way to look Oh, why Why?
Writer(s): Andrew John Pettitt, Ulrika Maria Bjornse, David Paul Farrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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