歌词

He drops his quarters in a Chinese fountain A whole bunch of wishes unanswered, but who's counting? One, two, three, nice chicks left me broken-hearted I was a pretty boy, your love left me scarred There's something going around, can't put my finger in Like bigger fish going to shoot out the earth like diamonds We are the miners of another generation Hills scraped dry, with no choice but being creative Everybody's sick and tired of waiting Couldn't get any harder to be patient Isn't techno so shitty? Even disco seems punk Like the water's so filthy, it's no wonder why we're drunk Every little kid wants a computer in his pocket The trophies are on the mantels of the digital prophets The internet is bigger than Jesus and John Lennon And nobody wants to know where we're headed We are the miners of another generation Hills scraped dry, with no choice but being creative Everybody's sick and tired of waiting Couldn't get any harder to be patient He drops his quarters in a Chinese fountain A whole bunch of wishes unanswered, but who's counting? One, two, three, nice chicks left me broken-hearted I was a pretty boy, your love left me scarred We are the miners of another generation Hills scraped dry, with no choice but being creative Everybody's sick and tired of waiting Couldn't get any harder to be patient
Writer(s): Matthew Taylor, Brooks Nielsen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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